Lucky

and how lucky am i

to have grown up in a community

where the men are not predators

where the boys treat me like a person

and i am seen as an equal

where feminism is the native tongue

and a skirt is just a skirt

not an invitation

not consent

and how lucky am i to know that

when he compliments my

dress

hair

shoes

it is not seduction

it is not a cat call

he is not another hunter trying to spear

me through the heart

like a fish on a hook

i do not have to wield my body

like a weapon to survive

and how lucky am i

that i met these boys first

because now when i am cat called

by a wolf on the street

another hunter looking for his next meal

i know that it doesn’t have to be

like this

By Ellen Vigus

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