I was there, I saw you.
I saw you walking down that pathway surpassing the men crowding in front of a store. You're looking down afraid that they might notice you passing by. One wistle and your body stiffen. I almost knew how the sound of it invades your ear drums; the feeling it leaves you was like a gun shot from an unknown place, frightening although it was not directed to you.
I was there, I saw you.
I saw you quickening your step so no one will further invade your bubble of comfort. I also saw those sickening glares trying to invade your sanity. As if they are perfectly aiming your privacy and firing bullets through you is their favorite thing to do.
Yes, I saw you, I saw them.
I saw their scope zeroing on your body. Perfectly targeting parts of you as if there are holes on it and they are aiming for a bulls eye. You've gone too far, away from their radar yet they're keeping their eyes on you. I'm so sick of these. Because everytime it happens, I saw myself to you. I saw myself wandering on this wasteland seeking for protection as I desperately trying to heal myself from all the traumas it caused me.
But it's not your fault nor mine that we always experience this kind of treatment. We know for a fact that we are not a shooting target but a soldier trying to survive. So be brave enough, we are not to blame for being harassed.
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