Keys Between My Fingers
I walk with my keys between my fingers
Even when I park in a well lit area my fear lingers
I’m scared to take an Uber or a cab
Because if I’m not careful I might be kidnapped or killed
At night I ask for an escort out of the store
Because buying groceries alone isn’t safe anymore
I have to tell someone when I go on dates
So in case I’m not home on time
Someone will come looking.
When I walk alone every man is a threat
Even thinking about it makes my hands sweat
God forbid I leave my drink unguarded
Away from the safe clutches of my hands
Manicured in nail polish that detects date rape drugs
To be safe I must dress modestly
I must not get drunk
I must not lead a man on
But no matter what I wear I am in danger
No matter how I act I am in danger
So maybe I am not the problem