Catcall

A “catcall” transformed my appearance to a young goddess towards the hungry eyes of men

They creep on their prey with compliments and charms

To make us feel safe from harm

As time goes on, the beauty will reveal

And soon everyone will kneel 

The fiery sensation of lust 

Changes us 

Hopefully, I can contain 

And live the greatest story with my name

 

This poem is about: 
Me

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