Why have I to be scared of walking down the street?
Why do I have to worry so much about what I'm should or shouldn't wear?
Why do I have to be afraid of men?
Why do I have to be scared of being myself in front of boys?
The other day, I was walking to work while a car stopped so I could pass the road, but the car didn't go as I continued to walk the street already out of the road, it continued for a while stopped watching me, there was a man driving the truck, he honked to me and started talking.
Some weeks later, I was going somewhere else and a truck with a brand on it stopped near me, in the opposite side of the road, I was wearing my headphones, but I heard the horn and as I was looking to my right, I saw three boys inside that truck, pointing to me, laughing about me and talking to me, but I continued walking just like I did the other times.
So I ask you, boys, man, why do I have to be afraid of what one or more of you can say about me or do with me if you catch me in the street?
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