You know,
if you are standing there
and he's staring at you ass,
that's okay, it's not rare.
For the next time, look for
something less inviting to wear.
If there's a next time.
"Let's go girl,
roll up your skirt."
"Don't try to run away,
and shut up, it won't hurt."
"I know you want it too."
Next time remember to be alert
and nothing will happen to you.
Aren't you tired of everybody
saying "it's not your fault",
while they look at you
as if you were the default?
Do not even think
about taking him to court,
it's a waste of time.
I get it, you're tired of
whimpering,
of curling up until benumbed.
Don't you see, scoundrel?
Because of you her life is ruined.
She has learned the lesson:
ladies shouldn't walk alone and
less after midnight.
YOU ARE READING
now that youʼre underground
PoetryA little piece of my chaotic mind. They are free verse short poems that talk about what I'm passionate about: the feminism and the gender-based violence. Feel free to leave constructive criticism; it's the first time I try to write poems in English...
