Posted in Misc, Poetry


happy (belated) women’s day. don’t ever be afraid of speaking out.

My mother said, “Put on pants if you’re going out.”
and I asked, “Why?” even though I knew
because I am a teenager and rebellion is in my blood.
She gave me a look and said, “For your safety.”
and so I go out on the streets in full-length pants,
jacket over my tank top,
even though my teenage blood says, “Who cares?”
and my feminist mind says, “You should not have to be afraid.”
But my girl’s heart is afraid anyway.
The loud summer sun is unrelenting on my back
turning my skin clammy under its layers
as I walk down the road and stare at stores
wondering how many people would come out and help if I screamed.
How many people would help
my scared little-girl heart?