15.

Age is more than just a number.

I'm 15.

I'm 15, and I know what is wrong and what is right.

I'm 15, and I see the look on my parents' faces,

When I walk out the door in a skirt that does not cover my knees,

I'm 15, and I hear the whispers of a passing man,

As they size up my figure as I'm walking down the street,

I'm 15, and my father says the words "equality" and "pepper-spray" 

In the same sentence,

I'm 15, and I wear this make-up for protection,

I'm 15, and I have learnt how to kill a man with his own finger,

I'm 15, but after dark I am not allowed to linger,

I'm 15, and walking down the street at night,

Is like a deer walking right into the headlights,

I'm 15, and not getting catcalled is the perk of the day,

I'm 15, and I'm supposed to smile at whatever the creeps say,

I'm 15, and the question that snaps my teeth to bearing,

Is the psychiatrist asking "But... What WERE you wearing?"

I'm 15, and my case has been filed,

I'm 15, but I am NOT a child.

I'm 15, and the question that I want to ask is;

Have I made you uncomfortable yet?

Author's Note

Another 5 minute word doodle.

Reviews

[JMaster1]

This is the most powerful poem I read in a long time , no matter how simple it is
I still wondering , you made me think

[RibhyMay]

Your lovely review means a lot, thank you! I just wanted to make a bit of noise, ya know?