His eyes kept following me.
It was a rainy day, on the road,
He looked at me as if I was a whore.
I was wet, drenched in the rain.
That cheap stare he gave,
I wanted to say, hey behave.
All of a sudden, he came close
I was shit scared, I raised my nose.
Felt like I should kick his ass.
But he was big, full of mass.
I turned, looked at the other side.
It made me feel as if I was not right.
Why should I be moving behind?
We are equal, go on eye to eye.
It was now or never.
Two steps forward, I stared him back.
It was then, he turned his back.
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