Asking For It

 

Was she asking for it?

to be followed after dark

to fear walking past that park,

because of the memories it sparked

to be so scared to walk

in the city that she loved

was she asking to be?

scared of every footstep sound on the concrete ground

just because you were a man and you wanted it shouting loud

 

Was she asking to be?

looked upon like a piece of meat

to feel like an object in your eyes, not an equal mind

just a thing to use when you so desire

was she asking to fear the hand that could be so unkind?

the way it makes her flinch

when she should have stood proud and tall

you made her shrink

made her feel small

 

Was she asking for it?

the blue tint around aging bruises

the ache from cracked ribs, the worn out excuses

the feint handprint stain,

from when you lost your temper again

was she asking for it?

to be so scared to call for help

because the men she called

would just take his side, a fat blank wall

not a thin blue line

 

Was she asking for it?

to need to call a friend for help

every single time she left the house

when she felt like a scared helpless mouse

was she asking for it?

or were your manly hands connected to such small a brain?

were your leering eyes only working for your loins again?

were you not a man, not by any stretch of the word?

more a beast, not at all what any woman deserved

 

Was she asking for it?

to need to watch her back

at every stretch of darkened tarmac that was on her track

did she ask to have to look deep into shadows to see?

if anyone was hiding, out of the lights glare

did you care 

that you made her feel like hell?

she wanted to cut herself from life

did that make you feel big inside?

 

Was she asking for it?

the pain and hurt, 

the way she felt unworthy of hope

was she asking for it,

the answer is no.

 

 

Thanks For Reading,

Peace, Love and Poetry.

Kyle