I am afraid.

Don’t ask me why I wore a skirt

Ask them why the mother’s legs

Didn’t make their penis wander about

And violate her modesty, like they did mine.

Don’t ask me why I was out at night

Ask them about the working sister

She is out still, oblivious about the lecherous brothers

Oblivious there might be another eyeing her

She is me, she has a cunt.

If you can’t do this, give me a scar in the face

That never goes

That reminds you, me

Of the wounds that bleed on the outside

As much as they do inside

And reminds everyone with a cunt

That she will always be ‘the other’

Because today I am afraid

Of the empty house

Of the dark night

Of the lonely corridor

Of a shadow nearing mine

Of walking back to the house,

In a slow pace

Today I am afraid

Of half the human race.