Injustice

Do you know how it feels
To walk a road and feel so safe
To pass a group of random souls
And not feel a threat or a gaze

Tell me how it feels
to be free of worry, angst, and fear
To not feel the constant and urgent need 
To defend, to hold up a fucking shield.

Why is it fair
For that man to walk alone 
With confidence 
No fear 
And the right to bodies other than his own

Is it fair for a woman 
To wake up in a world
Where she bares no power 
Over the body in which she was born

Because once a girl has been touched
By a stranger on the streets
Or in that tiny crowded bookstore
Behind the children's magazines

She will never walk the same
She will never feel at ease
She will forever and always believe
To be a woman, means to live in fear

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