I was walking down the street.
It's a cold day in the city, pretty bleak.
And I come across someone who looked sweet.
I didn't know them but they started to speak;
"Dang baby, you looking hella fine,
Can I get your number, I swear you'll be mine"
I said to him "No thanks, I think I'm alright"
He replies that I shouldn't put up a fight.
I ran away from that situation.
In no way was I prepared for the conversation.
In that conversation there was nothing but fission
And all I had was my keys in a clawing position.
Even when I brushed him off, he kept going.
He showed me the demon inside he wasn't showing.
And I was going to talk to him, not even knowing.
I cannot believe all the shade he had been throwing!
Men. Are so. Goddamn. Confusing.
Honestly, their nerve is actually amusing.
I cannot believe the tactics I was forced into using;
I'm lucky that I avoided a bruising.
