walking through downtown, uptown, <br />Small town, <br />I always feel <br />Watched. <br />I always sense <br />ten or more pairs of eyes (brown and blue and all shades of lust) <br />following me, <br />when I walk down the street <br />Men. <br />Boys. <br />whatever you want to call them <br />sometimes making obscene faces, sometimes <br />yelling incomprehensible phrases <br />But always watching, just <br />Watching <br />like a butcher watches newly roasted pigs <br />coming hot off the rack <br />“Mmm…so beautiful, perfect for making fine <br />hams, bacons, or even quite fine of a girl.” <br />like a small child at the candy shop, eyeing <br />the vast array of sweets and pastries <br />“Ooo I want this one and that one and <br />oh would you look at the legs on her.” <br />Men. <br />Boys. <br />testosterone-filled and lookin’ for a piece o’ woman <br />their eyes never done <br />Roaming, <br />Measuring. <br />Enjoying <br />ev’ry girl who passes by <br /> <br />sometimes I wish I lived on <br />Deserted, <br />Unknown, <br />Un-male, <br />dusty country roads. <br />where I could walk somewhere, anywhere, <br />everywhere. <br />and only the chattering squirrels in the tall pine trees <br />and the flip-flapping birds in the wide open sky <br />would Watch.<br /><br />gina prettybrowneyes<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/pairs-of-eyes/
