Fiona's Poem: Cat-Call

I’d like to say,“Hey, I’m not yours to call at!”But, instead I just walk faster and pull up my hood.I’d like to remark,“Does your wife know about that?”I wonder how she’d like it; I don’t think she would.I’d like to be mean,And yell, “you’re old and fat!”But your words make me realize I’ve reached adulthood.I’d like to turn around,And whistle right back.I’d do it if I didn’t think I’d be misunderstood.I’d like to say,“That’s illegal, now scat!”In New York City, someday that may do some good.Fiona Lowenstein is a weekly guest blogger, Girls Leadership Institute alumna and high school junior. Read more about her work here.