The Streets
They act like we are animals
Cat-calling and whistling at us like we are their pets.
I did not realize that I had the ears of a cat
Or the tail of a dog.
Do not call me names.
Don't command me to come there to you.
Do not proceed to follow me
Or take pictures of me while I'm
Or running.
I'm out here doing my life,
This does not give you the right to do anything to me.
Has harassing girls on the street gotten you anything?
No? Didn't think so.
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