Ask me what's in my bag; I will tell you every self defense tool I have been taught to carry by those before me to fight the men who follow us at night.
-This isn't the original poem. The original one can be found on my Instagram @AbbieDrewPoetry. Something I am trying to challenge myself is to write with more inclusion. I identify as Queer, so I would like to make sure anyone reading feels included. I may share some poetry of mine still embracing femininity, that's because I still connect to that part of me. This poem was written because I am exhausted of walking in fear of what's behind me. I am tired of the men who follow us and do not consider anything but their own fucking needs. It's gross. Please; stop.
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AbbieDrew
In a world that feels so dark creating content in any form is my way of surviving through it. I felt voiceless for years, this is my place to feel loud. AbbieDrewPoetry on instagram! Please subscribe!! Any tips truly are a gift! <3
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