the Help we do not needA Poem by LightA poem that highlights a problem
When she’s walking through the city, late,
a van stopping beside her her knuckles turn white from holding keys, grasping a bit tighter when he asks her if she needs a ride home cause of the danger on the street then she knows that it is wrong, that it’s the Help we do not need. When I’m working on a project perfectly content a man walks by and explains to me what I researched firsthand when he doesn’t listen and acts as if I cannot read then I know that it is wrong, that it’s the Help we do not need. When she posts a video of her on the beach happily running from a wave a billion comments, and all they do is tell her to go shave when she’s harshly reminded that her leg hair should be discrete then she knows that it is wrong, that it’s the Help we do not need.
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