Feb 11

How Dare You (To The Boy In A Building)


how dare you make me feel like i was over reacting

how dare you. 

you walk by me. 

once. 

twice. 

and again. 

and again 

and again 

and again 

and i’ve lost count how many times

your eyes have flickered from the drawstring on your sweatpants to the triangle of negative space formed by the 

way i sit on the floor—

legs locked and crossed. 

you stared down the trash can. as if it was so interesting to you, 

hands hidden against the purplish brown plastic, 

but still clearly in front of you, 

like a child whining in line 

‘you should have gone before we left’ 

in a way i wish that’s all you were doing. 

a gross display of shamelessness, but no. 

you just keep walking back and forth. 

i alert my friends,

we all squish against the wall,

facing towards you. 

one of my friends says she knows you. 

that you pushed her once, in second period. 

she laughs it off, so do both of them. 

but i feel sick to my stomach as you continue pacing. 

i’m not surprised. 

not even disappointed.

i don’t know what i am, 

but it makes me dizzy and you step closer to me each time you walk by 

and, 

you 

slow down and take a long glance, 

as your 

hand warms itself beneath your 

elastic waistline. 

we leave early for class then, 

feeling dirty and shamed. 

i’m shaking, and my eyes are blurry and i feel so dramatic. 

i’m making such a big deal out of nothing. 

but it’s not nothing. 

it might not be everything but it’s something 

and that’s equally as dangerous to ignore. 

i wish i knew your name. 

i would do what they claim 

‘ruins young men’s lives for no good reason’

so that you never burn a path in the acrylic tile by the small white Mamava again. 

I used to feel safe there. 

How Dare You?
About the Author: lila woodard
everyone is a genius, but if you judge a fish by its ability to climb a tree it will live its whole life believing that it is stupid — Albert Einstein
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