Vassar Student Review

Vassar Student Review

I Should Not Write

By Maria Bell

About the dump truck driver

Who honked at me

At the corner of 5th and Common.

It is a small incident,


It should not matter to me

Because I am not special.

I should roll my eyes, laugh it off

Like that woman outside Starbucks.

I should roll my eyes and laugh it off

Like I have, every other time.


I should not write about the

Ten-year-old boy

Catcalling my best friend

On the sidewalk.

He is young and immature,

He will grow up.

In ten years or twenty

He will know better.

Never mind that our seventy year-old

President to-be does not know better

Or does

And doesn’t care.

He is being relatable—human.

As long as it is common

It is okay.


There are many greater problems—

There are people

Hurting and hiding and dying.

There are people

Doing much worse than honking

At a girl on her run.

I am selfish, self-absorbed,



I am a bitch

Who does not understand

That boys are being boys

And men are being men

The way they learned

They could be.


Could it be that

It’s learned from boyhood,

To be a man

Means to honk at the woman

Who asks to be understood.

To reduce her when she asks again,

To a bitch not worth the time.


When does common

Stop being okay.


I opened up this page

To write

About the dump truck driver

Who honked at me

And now I cannot stop.


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