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I Should Have Been Uglier
Walking down the street in
Perfectly decent attire
Most of these men look like their marital
Situations are dire, but who am I
To judge and question, I'm just
Going about my business
Earphones plugged in deep, turn the volume up
Higher, fists clenched like they are all
Exactly like my sire
Then, "Hey, hey" in my ear
Is it my imagination or is he really
Two centimeters from my rear
If I keep my eyes shut will he simply disappear
Or should I book it and run fast like
A deer- caught in the headlights, they say
He's older than me by at least 30+ years
Why does he need to embellish and realize
A young girl's fears
Catcalling from cars and guys stumbling
Drunk out of bars, following girls
Home after dark, I believe
This is now going too far
Veering close on a bicycle
"Pretty girl," in our ears
Would we still hear this if we were
Marred, if our faces were mottled by
Wear and tear
In a culture where it isn't safe
For a girl to walk home alone
Even bothered while she readily
Pretends to babble on the phone
Is it because of who we are, the
Glow that brightens our features, the
Innocent shining in our eyes like stars
That we haven't tasted much yet
As we are still young
Do those men really think we're
Desperate enough or attracted to someone
Old enough to be our fathers-in-law
Do they think that blowing us kisses
In the deli is going to really
Make us fall in love with wrinkled cheeks
And weathered souls or yelling that
Yeah, we'd better say good morning
Is going to make us want to strip our clothes
It's a sad state, the mind of misters and sirs
Provoking the existence of innocent girls
It's a shame we can't walk home without concern
Without thinking we should have been uglier
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