Smile, sweetheart.

Sat, 08/16/2014 - 16:06 -- kntraut

Walking home from the

grocery store with

two heavy bags, one in each

arm to balance the weight.

A man

blocking the sidewalk

whisky on his breath and blurry eyes

“What have you got there?”

I want to say, what do you think I have in these grocery bags asshole

but I keep my head down and

keep walking

“So you’re not going to talk to me?”

This time, out loud, “NO.”

I want to walk home from the grocery store

without someone trying to

talk to me

hit on me

harass me.

Not all men harass, but

all women

have been harassed.

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