I am somebody who fears of the day that I have to use
The blue telephone boxes that line my campus
Ensuring my safety as I slow down within feet of it
Wondering if this is the moment that I will have to use it.
The blue telephone boxes that are there to keep you safe
But are also the reminder of every bad thing that could happen.
Before they were stories, told to you as a little kid to make sure you behaved.
Now we have bright blue telephone boxes to remind us of everything
Now that we are older, we are becoming the focus of the stories.
The blue telephone boxes that line the campus I walk down every day is my reminder
Of the bad things that could happen if I stayed out too late
Or if I made the wrong move during a conversation that I have
When you are talking to a stranger and you quickly take note of the closest one
So that you can calculate whether you can survive and make it to the blue telephone box.
I am someone who is constantly on guard, taking in the nearest blue telephone boxes
I am someone who worries of becoming a little girl’s worst nightmare
Because the blue telephone boxes that ensure my safety
Are also the scariest reminders of reality that I have ever come to face.