I am a Woman – Am I really free?

My breasts were fondled

Not by a lover, but by a stranger on a bus.

I have been rated from 1-10

When I wandered around the city.

I have had penises flashed at me

Whose owners I know not.

I can hold my own on everyday debates.

I can hum to my favorite songs.

I can express my love for literature.

I can dance without any inhibition.

I am liberated and educated.

But does it really matter?

Every morning before I leave the house

I crouch down in fear.

How much can I fight?

Being deaf to those whistles

Blind to that lewdness

I look straight ahead

And walk as if I don’t care.
I am a woman and I question myself
Am I really free?

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