What’s in it for you, undressing me with your eyes?
Was it my working pants that’s bothering you?
It’s simply a pair of long black pants
What’s in it for you, sliding yourself slyly in this narrow walkway?
Was it because I ignored when you flirtatiously called my name?
You know I couldn’t be bothered by that.
What’s in it for you, brushing your hand against my butt you piece of shit?
Was it because I was naïve?
Was it because I won’t tell anyone?
Was it because I was only 16?
Or…
Was it because I liked it?
And when I looked at you, I’m looking at the face of a predator.
I froze and was confused.
You wouldn’t wipe that smug off your face.
Now, I’m not scared of you.
But the memory still engraves in me.
And it left a scar for only I can see.
So….what’s in it for you, really?
written by Siti Fatimah
Was it my working pants that’s bothering you?
It’s simply a pair of long black pants
What’s in it for you, sliding yourself slyly in this narrow walkway?
Was it because I ignored when you flirtatiously called my name?
You know I couldn’t be bothered by that.
What’s in it for you, brushing your hand against my butt you piece of shit?
Was it because I was naïve?
Was it because I won’t tell anyone?
Was it because I was only 16?
Or…
Was it because I liked it?
And when I looked at you, I’m looking at the face of a predator.
I froze and was confused.
You wouldn’t wipe that smug off your face.
Now, I’m not scared of you.
But the memory still engraves in me.
And it left a scar for only I can see.
So….what’s in it for you, really?
written by Siti Fatimah