Girl in the city

Will I ever be free? for real?
I often ask myself.
I try to be hopeful. Brave.
But these false consolations don't last.
The reality makes them squeal.
At best, they are ephemeral.

Is there a place, in the city,
where i can feel secure?
where i lie down in peace,
and close my eyes.
And where there is no fear,
of men groping me from behind.
Will I ever be free?

Is there anyone, i can trust?
in this scary crowd,
i see only eyes, lustful eyes.
I try my best, not to look special,
just to avoid their stare,
but these eyes never spare me.
I do feel scared, will i ever be free?

I want to be free,
want to walk into the moonlight,
without fear,
without interruptions,
i want to close my eyes, without hesitation.
Will I ever walk free?
asks, the girl in the city!