Desperate

You feed off my desperation

To escape

From your hungry gaze

Because I do not feel safe

Walking across town

Without talking on my phone

Because then maybe you’ll leave me alone

Hands clutched on my purse

Eyes straight ahead

Dont you dare make eye contact

Or you might end up dead

Pick up the pace

But don’t make it look like a race

Because then you might entice him to chase

Hunt you down like the predator he is

Making you the prey

Making you another statistics

For activists and politicians to add to their board

In this god awful game of life

You’re about to lose