May I bite my tongue the next time I think of speaking 
May I bow my head the next time the lights are shining 
May I cover myself the next time I feel eyes scanning my body 
May I be protected the next time I find myself weak and defenseless 

May I be weary the next time I hear these lads called themselves gentlemen 
As there's nothing but ill intent in their eyes 
Venom waiting to strike as they move their lips 
Hands shaky ready to clutch my bag as I flee before they begin with the manhandling...


To be continued... 

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