The number of “get me out of here” tactics women have developed and shared to help each other escape from overly-insistent-to-borderline-predatory dudes in public places should probably be enough evidence of the existence of rape culture all on its own.
But did you know?
I hold my breath through every tunnel,
and wish I could get over this feeling of slipping under.
But I never get that far.
Everything’s so uncertain.
Can’t find the right direction.
You look in the mirror and tell me you see clear.
I lie, say I can see me, but I can’t get past this feeling.
I’d talk, but no one listens.
Can’t make my own decisions.