Who are you afraid of? The answer is on the tip of my tongue But do I dare spit it out? All of them wait patiently for the answer fake smiles and curiosity etched on all their faces The answer is clawing its way out of my mouth and tumbles out before I have a chance to stop it Men They all stare at me confusion replacing curiosity But how could they understand? They weren't there when I was abused daily by one They weren't there when I was abusively controlled by one They weren't there when my mom was raped by one They weren't there for any of it So of course they wouldn't understand They wouldn't understand the way I have to not flinch at every guy that passes me in the street They wouldn't understand the way I tense up when one brushes by me