Primrose

Being a girl

I shouldn’t be scared

Of walking down the street alone

I shouldn’t be scared

Of walking to my car

I shouldn’t be scared

Walking alone in the dark

I shouldn’t be scared

Of the man as he looks my way

I shouldn’t be scared

Of being

Me

 

What happened to those early years?

The ones where we were never afraid?

What happened to being free of fears?

The days we stayed out super late?

What happened to feeling safe?

 

I wasn’t scared

Of walking down the street alone

I wasn’t scared

Of walking to the car

I wasn’t scared

Walking alone in the dark

I wasn’t scared

Of the man as he looks my way

I wasn’t scared

Of being me

 

 

What happened you ask

I grew up

I saw the other women’s eyes

Their footsteps going quickly by

I saw the other women

Walking as groups at night

I saw the other women

Hiding from the man

I saw the other women

And then

I didn’t

  • Author: Primrose (Offline Offline)
  • Published: October 24th, 2020 22:51
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Comments1

  • Goldfinch60

    With age comes experience and sometime experience can lead to being scared of things you did in the past. Move on into the future and things will get better.

    Andy



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