She asks him,
How do you
protect yourself from rape?
He is silent for a long
time.
He says,
I avoid
going to prison.
She asks him again,
Do you want
to know what I have done or have avoided doing?
He is silent again.
Then a nod.
She says,
I don’t talk to strangers.
I don’t go out alone at night.
Or if I do I have my keys at the ready.
I have my running shoes on.
I look as if I know where I’m going even when I
don’t.
If I do go out at night, I listen.
I listen for the footsteps behind me.
I judge their heaviness, their gait.
I consider whether the footstepper is female or
male.
I try not to run.
I look casual.
Or, I turn and look him in the eye.
The advice is contradictory.
I take self-defence classes.
I become a black belt.
And still I don’t feel safe.
If I stay home, I lock all the doors.
I lock the windows too.
I have a fisheye lens in the front door of my
flat.
When I go out with friends, I don’t drink too
much.
I don’t leave a half empty / half full glass to come
back to.
I don’t accept a lift home.
I catch a taxi instead.
I have a sensor light outside my house.
My dog is just the other side of the door.
I don’t allow anyone to take my photograph.
Have I been successful?
No.
Once, I drank too much.
Once, I accepted a lift.
Once, I talked with someone I knew.
And among my friends
One was married to a rapist.
One found out the man beside her was raping her
daughters.
One was touched all over by the man next door when
she was five.
One was followed on the street.
One found pornography on her lover’s computer.
I asked them what they did
to protect themselves from rape.
One said:
I don’t talk to strangers.
I don’t go out alone at night.
I set my mobile phone to speed dial.
I have my running shoes on.
I look as if I know where I’m going even when I
don’t.
One said:
When I go out at night, I’m careful.
I stick to places that are well lit.
If I hear footsteps behind me
I try not to run.
I look casual.
I take out my mobile phone
I ring my friend.
One said:
I take self-defence classes.
These days I teach self-defence to women.
And still I don’t feel safe.
One said:
I have a dog, a big one with a deep bark.
I have three locks on my door.
One said:
I don’t do social networking,
I don’t want anyone knowing too much about me.
Were they successful?
No.
None of them.
None of them.
I love how at every point in the poem, the point being driven home is the *missed* point! Powerful stuff.
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ReplyDeleteA powerful and important poem
ReplyDeleteThanks. I've actually had this one written for a while and sent it off and no one seems to want to publish it.
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