I was walking on the street
Going to meet my friend.
It was dusk,
I was on the phone to my mum and she was telling me something
I cant remember what it was,
But it wasn’t good.
My face must’ve showed – it does that.
I saw three men, or maybe four
In a group, standing by a street sign in a circle,
I kept walking,
I was talking too.
“Miserable bitch” one said
“Oh Fuck off ” I said. “What’s it got to do with you?”
This is why I don’t like going out.
Someone could’ve been dead for all they knew.
Not like they gave a shit – they just wanted to show they disapproved of my face I assume.
Why should I have to be on guard all the time?
If that couple hadn’t been on the other side of the road, I mightn’t have shouted back.
I was glad I had flat shoes on, could’ve made a run for it if I had to.