I Wonder

I wonder- can they sense the pain,
the pain I feel in my heart,
these men, these predators of Bahrain?

I wonder-is it the beaten saunter of my walk
that makes them roll on by
without that "Need a ride?" talk?

I wonder-do they see it in my face,
in the purse of these lips,
now as fine as lace?

I wonder-why do they stay away tonight?
Are they looking for easy fun,
without even a hint of a fight?

It's really no wonder
they look somewhere else,
for I'm a real woman, and they can't handle my thunder!