I never could find the big dipper, and yet
I spot Orion’s belt every time I look up at the stars.
My head back, my heels clack: click (clock) ((clock)),
An impressive noise in the night,
On the pavement, in the street
Strikingly feminine, and startlingly angry
Echoing, click (clock) ((clock))
And someone texting me, asking if I’m alone
Scolding me and telling me that I know better.
I know we normalize violence, and blame those that stand their ground
I know we shut up those people with a voice.
I know that I like to walk alone, at night, in my scary
Clacking heels. Click (clock) ((clock))
Intimidating frightful men, and seeing girls turn their backs
Knowing that I’m lacking
Maybe, their impressively huge racks,
But knowing no one’s tracking
My every move. Nor do I care. Should I get whacked
then I’ll be smacking
Back. Click. (Clock.) ((Clock.))
