You have made me afraid to walk the very sidewalk of my neighborhood
No matter where I go you're there ready to humiliate me
You make me want to hide the very thing that makes me a woman
My curves
They are beautiful and they are mine
I won't allow you to make me feel cheap and dirty
I won't allow you to lessen the value of myself
My body is a temple and you are a peasant
Take your dirty shoes outside
-to all the men that cat call and honk
YOU ARE READING
Yellow Flowers
PoetryThis is the story of both the rotten parts of life and the growth that results from the wisdom gained from adversity and pain. You are holding my heart, soul, and life in your hands. Treat it kindly and gain from its lines whatever you seek; comfort...
