This poem emphasise what it feels like for many women when they walk alone. I originally wrote the piece as a way of contextualising my feeling in regard to the Sarah Everard case; I didn’t post it at that time simply because it felt too soon. After sitting on this piece and adding it into my chapbook (Hear Me Scream) I’m finally ready to add my voice to it.
Walk With Me Let me show you what it’s like to walk at night As a woman. Do you have your keys? Running shoes on your feet? Okay, let’s begin. You’ll have headphones in, But your music low, So, you can focus on your surroundings. Maybe call a friend, Or just pretend, To look too busy for hounding. Walk fifteen minutes extra To stay on main roads Cause the alley way aren’t safe now Avoid the parks, Avoid the dark, Those are abductors’ playgrounds. It’s not safe in cabs, When you’re alone, Unless you have a diversion Share your location, Talk on the phone: Let them know that dangers emergent. Let me show you what it’s like to walk at night As a woman. Now that you know, Where should we begin?