Poetry Inspired by Street Harassment


Like many women, I’ve been cat-called dozens of times. Men seem to think if I’m walking down the street alone it’s acceptable for them to say inappropriate things; I’ve even been catcalled while running. When that happened I channeled the experience and my feelings into a poem.

To The Man Who Shouted ‘What does your pussy taste like?” As I Ran By

It tastes briny,
like the ocean.
It surges, waves pounding
the surf, punishing
the sand simply for always
being present, for never
leaving well enough alone.

I keep running,
ready to drown him
in a sea of my pounding


This poem was originally published by Rising Phoenix Review and is reprinted here with permission.

Courtney LeBlanc
The author of chapbooks Siamese Sisters and All in the Family (Bottlecap Press) and an MFA candidate at Queens University of Charlotte. he loves nail polish, wine, and tattoos. Read her blog at http://www.wordperv.com. Twitter: @wordperv