I’m walking down the street in my rain coat with my head down. A man passes me going in the other direction and says, “Hey. How are you?”
I don’t feel like being bothered so I keep walking and I don’t respond.
He then calls me a bitch.
Why do men feel like we – women – owe them anything?
I don’t have to acknowledge you, no matter how “kind” you are.
There are days when I smile or even say hello and then I’m harassed more.
So I’ve learned to keep my head down and keep moving.
If I don’t want to be bothered. I don’t want to be bothered.
I owe you nothing – not a kind word, not a look, not even the time of day, especially when you enter my space.