When I was young,
A foggy day and a lonely beach
Were an invitation to walk.
Eventually I realized
That invitation, like so many others,
Was reserved primarily for males.
And though, with time,
A woman’s world has opened up,
That one sweet privilege still eludes us:
Though we carry mace,
And keys between our fingers,
We can never fully relax
When walking alone in fog or dark.
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