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I hear my footsteps on the pavement

The tightness in my chest is intensified

By heavier footsteps

Following mine

I feel like a piece of meat

A cartoon woman

Meant only to be whistled at

I walk faster

So does he

I start to try and cross the street

And he walks past me

The fear in my chest lingers

But lessens

I unclench my hands

I hadn’t realized they had become fists

I may be ready to fight

I may be scared

I may be alone

But at least

I am


Written by Lucy Anderson

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