I’m scared to step out of the house today,
what on earth would people say?
As I hitch up my skirt above my knee,
will I garner attention and looks of glee?
As I run my fingers through my hair,
will that make you stop and stare?
As I walk down the street with a bit of a strut,
is that what’s prompting all of this smut?
If I covered my legs and my bare arms,
would it help you to stay calm?
If I catch your eye for a second or two,
is it enough to beguile you?
I’m trying to glean what it is I can do,
to stop myself from bothering you,
with my trousers and my tight blouse,
as I walk to work and back to my house.
I’m trying to learn where i’m going wrong,
before I left, my blouse wasn’t torn,
before I left, I was just a girl,
now i’m being dangled in front of the world,
because I forgot to stare at the ground
as I walk; and not make a sound,
as you whistle a tune when I come around,
my tongue and freedom together bound,
lest it be mistaken for some kind of trigger
in you; as your pants get bigger.
I’d really love to go out and play,
But I don’t know – i’m scared today.