She walked down the street
tripping on people’s need to use her
The girl would get back up
Only to be greeted by a gravelly insult
once again
She remains oblivious to the cruel reality that manages to avoid being seen
But men could see her
along with her tattoos of abuse
They've seen her shimmering star of hope
and had it blacked out for their entertainment
They took the liberty of dragging her calls for help across the shameful street
and into the busy road
While some watched her helpless form in the middle of chaos
Her vision was damaged in the ongoing traffic
she didn't even know they were reciting the definition of hate
with every slap of the face to her gender
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