The first time I was sexually harassed,
Happened when I was a grown up.
I was walking down the street at night,
About to cross the street to take a bus and go home.
Two young men were walking past me,
And they were laughing.
I didn’t feel like there was any danger,
Or that I should be afraid of them.
Normally, I move away a little,
When I’m walking past men.
But for some reason,
I trusted them.
One of them grabbed one of my breasts,
And they both ran away laughing.
I stopped,
And looked around.
There was no one to help me if I decided to run after them and hit them.
They ran towards a dark tunnel.
I didn’t want to run after them,
And be alone with them in the dark tunnel.
That would’ve been a death wish.
I didn’t know what to do.
I wasn’t going to walk away,
And give up.
No.
At least I’ll curse them very loudly,
“Fuck you!”
They kept running and laughing.