myrandompoems

She's walking. And as she's walking down the street, you slow down your car and roll down the windows as she quickens her pace and closes out your relentless cat calling.

You see, that cat calling is driving here crazy from inside , it's driving her to insanity

That car slowing down behind her makes her hope that you're going to show her humanity, but you don't.

Instead you shout and hoot and laugh and giggle while your friends in the back wriggle

With excitement.

She wipes her tears, but you can't see that because all you can see is the length of her dress.

She wipes the sweat off of her brow, but instead you look at her legs

, don't take into account that shes in stress, and now you're arms, they slightly press because you've gotten out of your car after looking at her steps

that were walking away from you .

You're ego gets offended. (Pause)

You're masculinity is hurt

but that's not what she intended.

You're mentality is such that it does not allow you to feel compassion

, you're bringing up is such that it taught you not to allow freedom of fashion

You're eyes are such that they're burning up with pride

And as her feelings you put aside

You commit the crime

In the backseat of your car , that now has bloodstains

And every time you hurt her is one more time her soul pains

Because her body has already been slain

and her mind is too numb to be sustained...(pause)

She gives up. And so do you. That was her last battle cry

You now have a smerk on your face that's sly

You don't care about her

you dump her body outside and at her youswear

The others on the street they stare

As her body shuts down and is paralysed

She can't move she can't talk she can't call for help

All she can let out is a twentieth of a Yelp

She can't help it if her breath smells

But even as she covers her mouth in disguts

You're still enjoying the feeling of lust

You go back to your loving wife and do not tell her of this

All you do when she asks where you've been for so long, is hiss

While that girl lays on the street,

The last ounce if her soul is released

She is finally at peace

She's cut her leash

That had bound her to stay in this nightmare of a place

Now she is somewhere that she doesn't have to race.

Not with cars, or with people or with time

Your catcalling she no more has to face.

Now she will never quicken her pace.