Catcall
A girl on the cusp of womanhood
With feminine features and curves
Begins to despise what she's praised for
As many insist to unnerve
"Hey sexy"
They shout at their new toy
"Nice ass!"
They shout out at the girl
She's told to walk fast and ignor it
Lest antiquated chauvenism unfurls
You tell me to get in the kitchen
Or better yet into your bed
But homemaking isn't my living
And if you're not living
You're dead
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