Fiona’s Poem: Cat-Call
I’d like to remark,
“Does your wife know about that?”
I wonder how she’d like it; I don’t think she would.
I’d like to be mean,
And yell, “you’re old and fat!”
But your words make me realize I’ve reached adulthood.
I’d like to turn around,
And whistle right back.
I’d do it if I didn’t think I’d be misunderstood.
I’d like to say,
“That’s illegal, now scat!”
In New York City, someday that may do some good.
Fiona Lowenstein is a weekly guest blogger, Girls Leadership Institute alumna and high school junior. Read more about her work here.