You ask me, “What? What’s wrong? What did I do now?”
I don’t answer. I am quiet. You wait and wait for me to answer, and eventually, you do something else. Sometimes I talk. Sometimes I don’t. You are baffled, and that is what baffles me.
How can you not see? I am sick to death of your casual, relentless disrespect. I’m sick of you not seeing me, so steeped in misogyny that you…
