Smile, sweetheart.
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.