Women In City Note

Mother, 

walk with your daughter, 

Her little hand squeezing your bigger hand.

Guide her safely, 

through the bustle of the city. 

Daughter,

Watch for the days and nights you walk alone,

Look when you cross the street,

Always stay aware,

You don’t know who will look at you,

who will call to you,

who will reach for you.

Mother, 

“Don’t look at me,

Really don’t even look at me,

Don’t look my way,”    (Citizen, 32)

Daughter, 

Learn from your mother,

she knows, 

Learn from your mother,

she knows…