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I put my shades on

My make up

My furry leopard print coat

And I go to war – because

The streets are my battlefield

And the people walking by are my enemy.

My walk is my invasion on the territory,

my high heels conquer every tile of that pavement.

My hips are swaying and I will

not apologise if you think that’s sexy.

What do you call me? An arrogant bitch?

My arrogance is my revenge for

what you took from me.

I hate you for what you took from me,

you and your gourmet cafes

You and your Hugos and Camillas

You and your great British pounds

And your eyes – your eyes on me like

I’m rubbish. Like I’m lesser than you.

So I will walk, strut and push into your space.

Don’t make eye contact, because I will kill you.