Of this I am conscious
I run from shadows
Further than they appear
Transmogrifying in my peripheral
My ponytail bobs like a beacon
Ripe for a handle
A starting pull
Should I take it out?
Something is behind me
Close
Why is the pace so quick?
A backpack appears
From a hidden doorway
For a moment, it's a threat
I didn't even see it
Do I look scared?
Others see ice
Red lights
Glowing windows in wait
I am small
Projecting jailbait
So I am alert
I walk tall
My face a cocky side-eye
I am unfriendly here in the night
Past every street light
Down every alleyway
Through the park
It's not just a walk
Without light, I will not idle
An opportunity
Of this I am conscious
It is not just the city
It is just not an attack
It is every helpful inquiry
Every "give us a smile"
I am not
I will not
Run
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Bait + Switch
PoetryFor all the jaws that clench of their own accord as soon as the sun sets. Walking alone at night doesn't faze me, but not because I'm never bothered. I've perfected looking as threatening as my tiny frame and innocent face will allow when I'm nervou...
