Women Don’t Owe You Shit Naima Towns

Women Don’t Owe You Shit Naima Towns

I don’t owe you anything. Yes, you sir. You think I should smile? Do you know what I have been through? Have you thought that maybe, I don’t have anything to smile about? No. You didn’t. You are so obsessed with the idea that I must look approachable, so you’ll feel more comfortable harassing me. Don’t think I don’t know what you see. The way you undress me with your eyes and imagine the ways you could violate me. To place your vile hands on my pure temple. I see, you want me to accept your fantasies, and go along with it. When all I’m doing is going about my day. Taking a walk. Dancing. Hanging with my friends. Studying. Playing in my front yard. Riding the bus. Breathing. Being. My body is not your toy. Your opinion is unneeded. I saw what I looked like in the mirror this morning, no need to remind me. I can’t even walk comfortably without thinking you’re following me. How would you like it, to live a life of criticism, in fear? To be second guessing yourself in all aspects. Having to assimilate to what others thought of you. Ah Never mind, maybe I should just give you a nervous smile and a slight giggle so I can continue my walk-in peace. Overall, I don’t owe you a damn thing. None of us do.