I have been hurt many times by a woman
And yet it is not women that I fear when I walk through the city streets in the middle of the night to withdraw my money
It is not women that make my heart jump up and down as I wait for those notes to spit from the machine
It is men.
Men who look like me
Men who walk like me and talk like me and smell like me
It is my reflection that terrorises me in a land where I am supposedly free
And if I fear my own, what happens when a woman is in the same situation?
A free woman in her own land cannot walk where she wants to when she wants to
Because, just like me
She fears becoming a victim to men who look like me
Can I blame her when she looks at me and feels that I resemble the men she fears?
For in truth
I fear them too.