I tried my best to let you know,
Of feelings of discomfort I was going through,
But each time you managed to catch me off guard,
And leave my dignity completely charred.
I could feel your prowling eyes consuming me,
Scanning me right down from head to knee,
As if I were some priced showpiece,
That you could salvage with your masterpiece.
What made you think I was ready for it?
Was it my silence or my friendly spirit?
Or was it my sleeveless top & short skirt?
That gave you the default license to flirt.
Each time you tried to make an advance,
I made it a point to maintain a normal stance,
Simply to save YOUR dignity from getting scarred,
And save YOU from forever getting barred.
But with time I have come to realize,
That my silence gives people reasons to analyze,
My own character and consent in the act,
Without trying to know the actual fact.