The women don't look at me anymore, Don't meet my eyes, Offer a smile, acknowledgement, glance of understanding, Hello, you are like me. Hello. This has stopped. Maybe it's because of how I walk, or dress. Maybe it's because of where I live. Maybe it's the bitch resting on my face, the carefully cultivated guard against unwanted attention. But tha…
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