the voice of a stranger
calling beautiful, s*xy, wh**e
my dress is short
my heels are high
i’m wearing makeup
if he touches me
rapes me
they will say it is my fault
i don’t look sixteen

the voice of a stranger
calling me honey, sl*t, b**ch
i lower my eyes
cross my arms across my chest
walking quickly
i pray silently to a god
i don’t believe in
leave me alone
it will be my fault
i am a virgin
but they don’t know that
but he doesn’t know that
would they care?
would he?

my dress is short
my heels are high
i’m wearing makeup
i don’t look sixteen
I’m asking for it they say.