Women can’t ride in
There’s a rapist around every corner,
is whispered in our ears
the flashing red & blue lights
over our contaminated body
There are still some things we can’t do alone.
I’ll ditch the road for the trail,
The crowded city for the clean trees and the cold air.
The mountain water
The pure hill with it’s waterfall near the lake.
That’s where I’ll be.
Sarah Fisher is an emerging writer from Poway, California. She is currently in the English undergraduate program at San Diego State University.