When I was in the uniform
a man the age of my father touched me in the auto—
like it was his right.
When I was in the uniform,
a man devoured me with his eyes
from the driver’s seat beside mine.
When I was in my uniform,
a man leaned out and said the sluttiest \"hi\"
While I kept my hands tight on the wheel,
pretending not to hear
And changed my path like it was my fault.
When I was in MY SCHOOL UNIFORM,
I was looked at like eye candy.
not a child.
Not just a girl trying to go home.
i ask—
Is it the clothes we wear
that provoke this?
because i was in my school uniform.
no skin shown.
no body part on display.
just my face.
and still,
they saw something to consume.
so don’t you dare tell me
it was my skirt.
don’t you dare say
“boys will be boys.”
because i was a child
And he was a predator.
say it right.
REBELLIOUS SOUL.