Street Harassment Requires Nothing Less Than A Sound Beating

They said dark-skinned African prostitutes
Were all the rage in raging Egypt
A place I accused of being non racist
But that was no excuse
For the man to put his hands on me
Or whistle from his car
"How about tonight, dark honey?"
At least that's what I explained
To the policemen who saved them
From a possible neighborhood lynching
When they asked me why I bludgeoned his head
And black-eyed his friend
With my groceries.