In My Mind

Cries

I always wear my veil,
Long and full of detail,
Thick layers of clothing,
I'm afraid I will be exposing,
Society says it is 'my dressing',
Doers are given no addressing,
'How short were your shorts?',
'How tight was your dress?',
Criminals roam unquestioned,
While I roam trembled,
Projecting their insecurities,
On innocent poor victims,
Their hands are unsettled,
Always looking for a settlement,
A settlement that is my body,
They say I'm the host of the uncalled,
But why are they never in court?,
Why are they never caught?,
I need to stretch my legs,
So I decide to walk a distance,
Only to my disgrace,
I'm a moving pleasure spot,
To satisfy their wild sport,
Till when shall I hide?,
And take caution of my stride?,
Just because society thinks I'm lying,
I'm slowly dying,
As they wear their tinted shades,
For the last of my cries,
Arrest the abusers of my pride.

-Wendy Ahonda