Harassment
Unwanted
Whistles on the street
Hesitate
Then quicken my feet
Predator
His eyes repulsive
Make it stop
He's getting closer
Aggression
A poisonous punch
Luckily
It's just a hunch
On the street when you whistle
Or call women names
It doesn't make us feel beautiful
It makes us scared
Before harassing on the street
Do nothing but think
How it would really make her feel.
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