Cries of a girl (part 1)

I walked down the street My confidence the jewellery I wear with pride But with apprehension in my heart I feared men Last week I wore shorts with a baggy shirt Seeking the comfort that clothes could bring Sexy was a word that didn't exist in my vocabulary The first men I walked past sought after the taste of a girl far younger than him Thinking that calling me "his size" would magically transform me in the woman he wants Ageing me to the legal age for him to devour than dispose of the leftovers as if he hadn't had the best meal in months

The second men I met  in a shop tried to rob my mind of its innocence His crude words swam around my actions and thoughts for months Words I was told to never say as a child My parents would put my thoughts in a noose for exposing myself to such indecency His tar not able to penetrate the glass of my church

The third man thought he could explore my dark leather skin His impure paintbrush didn't understand that my canvas was only for one to delineate his love on His razors cut into my leather not fully ripping it but scarring it But the scorching rain I cried under managed to wash me clean of his marks