(Shorten my poem and make it more poetic)
Pretty distraction
What a pretty distraction
They told her to cover her shoulders
Because the boys can’t focus
maybe they should teach them
To control their own actions
But that's not what happens
They are always trying to take whats not theirs
It drives me insane
It's not fair
What a horrible life for a woman
Who just wants to be left alone
What a horrible world for all of the girls
Getting cat called as they are walking home
With keys in her hand
You just don't understand
What she had to do to get here
A captivating guise, she bears,
Advised to veil her shoulders, to ensnare,
For boys' attention may stray astray,
Yet, why not teach restraint, I convey?
But alas, the truth remains untold,
Their actions unleashed, uncontrolled,
Ever yearning for what's not theirs,
A maddening injustice that unveils.
A woman's existence, painfully unfair,
Yearning solitude, lost in her despair,
A world dreary, for girls, an affliction,
Harassed, stalked, on their way, a crucifixion.
As she clutches keys, poised to defend,
A glimpse into her struggles, comprehend,
The arduous journey she embarked upon,
For liberation, her trials have long gone.