Accompaniment

I was walking down a sidewalk with my father.
College students pass and one of them, a man.
He yells across the street, at a girl he wants to bother.
Where you goin’, baby? Lemme hold your hand.

I make a simple comment. How I’m glad to be accompanied.
My father turns, looks at me, and says it’s strange.
I knew that catcalling could happen, it’s everywhere I read.
It’s just it’s hard to localize, no context in my range.

I shrugged, kept walking, thought a little bit.
It’s something I cannot ignore, a luxury denied.
I have to suspect every man, to think they’d pull this shit.
No matter who it is, I always want to hide.

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