I am a girl who fears walking the streets,
Where unfriendly, prying eyes follow,
As if deriving thrill out of unnerving me.
With their inquisitorial gazes,
Don’t I have any shame, they ask me?
For I am a girl of age,
And the city streets are no place for me to pace.
Sighted as an unwelcomed visitor,
I realize I lack real freedom till date.
