Being A Girl In My Community by Alexis Smith


Being A Girl In My Community by Alexis Smith

Being a girl in my community is extremely uncomfortable!!!

I get up every morning to
prepare for my day as I should.

As I roll out the door and down the street on
my journey, I pass the alley where old intoxicated men choose
to speak to me just because they could, “Hi mama”.

That’s not my name!

Continue to mind my business as I may.

I always thought that they were

dirty and disrespectful.

Staying in the same spot

from morning to night getting drunk every day,

get a life that’s so lame.


On my way home from my journey,
they  watch me getting out of Pace at night and roll down
the street to my house.

Despite the fact that I try to drive my
power wheelchair down the street, hoping they wouldn’t
notice me, quiet as a mouse.

They are looking out for me

but that’s something I hate.

I don’t need or want them
looking out for me, they’re not my family or mate.

But those old men are least
of my worries and although I know I’m old enough to take
care of myself I should be thanking me for looking after

One time there was a
black man who came over to me and asked me why I was in a

“You crippled?”


He probably thought I was lazy.

But who cares, he was crazy.

Another time, a man looked out the window at me
as he was driving.

My sister told him he was a pervert.

From that point on I knew

I had to be careful of what I wore.

Because men
thought I was “easy” and a whore.

Disabled or not I know how to
fight back if needed.

Perhaps I get negative attention from men
because I wear lipstick on my lips.

Or because I have a nice shape, I have big hips.
Or the way
I fix my hair.

it’s not fair.

are objects to men, that’s a shame.

But I know that for their inappropriate
comments I am not to blame.

Men and women ask me for a lighter.

Damn, I’m so tired of that,

I know I smell like smoke but I don’t smoke

or have cigarettes!

Encounters like that
make me want to become a fighter.

Men in my neighborhood sell drugs as I pass.

They have no class.

I appreciate my freedom but
when I’m coming home at night, I can’t help but think
I might be the next gun shot victim.

Like the young teenage girl

in my community
who was shot in a drive by and collapsed.

In my community I feel this

But no matter how I
feel or what I do, I must stay!!!

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