By Diana Traykov I know a girl My dad once knew When she was about my age, No older than 20 – She died. Raped and murdered One evening she was jogging Running to her death – She was just a girl. That’s why my dad can’t sleep till He knows I’ve returned home safely. I know a girl Who knows a girl Who knows many girls (I know them too) And don’t worry, None of them died. They just felt uncomfortable On the train or bus Someone kept looking at them A whole mind-consuming spiral – Am I imagining it? Am I egotistical? Am I overreacting? An oddly held phone, Just a coincidence, perhaps. I know a girl A girl who was asked to change her clothes You look like a whore, people would talk. A girl who was called a slut She’s easy. A girl who was called a virgin I would love to take away her innocence. Strong, independent women GIRLBOSS, BOSS BABE They’re girls , they’re babes They’re probably bossy too. I know a girl. She knows a girl who knows a girl who knows a girl who knows a girl … We all