Like a car
She pulls out to the side
(As if car, road asphalt)
She lets the, faster go.
Sound of shoes has betrayed
“Male’s behind, not female.”
She wears shorts; on the top
‘Two noodles, straps of bra’.
She knows that she’s woman
She as girl was baptized in fear.
“Be sexy, attractive like a rose
Search for looks, with its dose
of cautious, and fear.”
She is lost, in limbo
Bit of the yes or no?
Her wearing sends signal of ‘invite’
Fear is in command: “hey girl, run”.
I feel sad, want to stop
Say the word ‘let us talk’
She is girl and scared
I pass fast, speed up.
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