No matter what shoes I wear,
They look.
They laugh.
Sometimes in joy, sometimes in mockery.
They taunt.
They tease.
They chase.
They chase after the pretty one,
but she doesn’t get very far in her fancy shoes.
They don’t chase after me, they chase me away.
When I fight,
they tell me to leave.
Why do I feel they’re wrong?
Because they’ll do it again and again.
Despite what I believe,
It’s not always the pretty girls.
You don’t have to be pretty to be looked at.
You don’t have to be pretty to be kissed.
You don’t have to be pretty to be touched.
They’ll do it anyway.
They only see you for one thing,
Even if you don’t have the pretty eyes, they’d like.
No one tells her that they’ll look,
They’ll kiss,
They’ll touch.
She’s taught.
She learns.
Every girl learns that you can’t just be.
You’re always being watched.