I was there when the catcalls on the streets started changing from “Hey, honey” to “I want to put my **** in your ****”!
I was there when they silenced everyone, and no one spoke,
I thought I was experiencing these things alone,
I hated my body, my femininity, and my life.
I was there when a friend of mine told me what happened with her, and when another friend also told me.
And so on until I realised that I wasn’t alone.
Until I realised that there wasn’t a girl I knew who hadn’t been harassed.
I was there when harassment wasn’t called harassment
When it didn’t have a name,
And I didn’t look for one.
I only looked for a way to erase it from my mind and my memories.
I was there, every day, watching others go through things that would change their lives forever.
After that their laughter and smiles weren’t the same anymore.
