She covered every inch of her body but her eyes, thinking that this would make her feel more secure, that this would prevent creeping eyes from looking at her with disgusting desire.
But as she walked those streets, nothing changed.
Cat calls followed her.
Abusive words were thrown her way.
And she’d never felt more naked in all her life.
The fear inside of her rose again, taking control.
Her steps quickened, as did those behind her.
She felt like a prey, as the predators surrounded her.
She knew there were dozens of ears that heard her screams and pleas and turned the other way.
And as her seeming end came near, she closed her eyes and could see all those she held near.
She then decided to write her own fate, and fought back with all her might.
After much struggle, the prey had bested its predators, she’d been victorious, and still society called her violent, said she was to blame, for it was she who taunted the men into abusing her.
” If only she’d dressed more appropriately.” They said.
That’s when the sad reality hit her. Despite every fact proving that she was not to blame, it didn’t matter. She then understood.
It really was a man’s world.