Polite Tragedy

by Rebecca A. Watson on May 7, 2015

in Creative Writing, feminisim, women

looking down

Cross to the other side of the street
Decline help with heavy groceries
Turn — walk the other way
Chain the door
when that voice in your gut roars.

Head to a more public place
Move to another train car
Call the dude out
Call the police
when your intuition screams “Danger!”

Don’t smile back
Leave the store
Lock your car doors
Roll up your windows
when your equilibrium shivers.

Draw lines in the sand.
Tolerate less.
Disagree more.
Cold, callous bitch you are not.
It is the truly uncivilized who benefit from the well-behaved.

This is part of my 2015 goal to write more and differently. If you want to read more posts like this, click here.

Photo Credit: Thomas Lefebvre

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