Don’t Beat Yourself Up

What’s a girl to do
When ambushed on the stairs
By someone hoping to
Make use of juicy wares?

Stiff lips and careful school
To steer past what’s obscene
We’re taught to keep our cool
And never make a scene

The knee remains un-thrust
A glare the most she’ll risk
Despite this breach of trust
Too probable the fist

Embarrassed by a new
Rejection in this place
He’ll play at much ado
Creating with her face