"Not All Men" they say as I give my shoes a questioning tap against the concrete to see if a solid kick would be a good enough deterrent.


"Not All Men" they say as I stick my hand in my pocket to grasp my assisted opening knife when I notice a shadow on my tail.


"Not All Men" they say as I duck around a blind corner to avoid the man I'm sure is following me.


"Not All Men" they say as I square myself for a fight because his voice is raised and his hands are clenched in fists.


"Not All Men" they say as I dig a heavy chain out of my bag because that girl is being harassed and I might need to step in.


"Not All Men" they say as I open the blade and flip my knife into an icepick grip inside my sleeve because she told him no and he's starting to get violent.


"Not All Men" they say as I wipe off my bloody knuckles because he hit her and like hell I was going to let him get away with it.


"Not All Men" they say as I fight for my life and the lives of women on the streets and end up bruised and bloody for it.