I was wearing shorts, a little above my knee length, and coming back from college that day. It was a hellish experience so I wrote this:
Those eyes,
When they move,
Don’t you know I see them?
I see them as they plunder my legs,
And slowly,
my whole body.
My body is mine.
“MINE!,” rings a bell?!
Those eyes,
Shameless, lustful,
Can you look at you with those same eyes?
Those same eyes,
That same face,
Are you really not ashamed at all??
Just so you know,
I see them.
Don’t you know?
I see them.
I see them
And I’m furious.
– Adishi
Optional: What’s one way you think we can make public places safer for everyone?
I believe there is a desperate need for more women to reclaim public spaces and fight against the “Why are you here?” stares that we get.
Share your street harassment story for the blog.
See the book 50 Stories about Stopping Street Harassers for more ideas.
