You and the horse you rode in on

So here I am, a 17 year old girl, black (it matters) in her school uniform, just going to the mall to get some stuff, and I hear it.

“Hey-o, pretty girl, lemme holla! Why the long face? I got some stuff to make you smile!”

I was actually about to spin around and tell him to pop off, but when I looked at him, I saw he ran one of the vendors selling lotions in the hallways of the mall.


Why is it cool to act this way towards me? I watched this guy ask other women “Hey, miss, would you like to buy some lotions?” But as soon as a black girl walks by you switch up your game? And you don’t even care that she’s obviously underage? FUCK YOU AND THE HORSE YOU RODE IN ON.

I just wanted to the MAC counter and get out, so I gave him the dirtiest look that I save especially for scumbags like him and kept walking.

Submitted by Mariel

One response to “You and the horse you rode in on

  1. I can relate to the forced familiarity black harassers try to use when harassing me. They’d either say nothing or act respectful towards women of other races, but with us they use gross catcalls. It’s sick and annoying.

    The fact that he’d try to “holla” at a teenage girl makes me feel sick to my stomach.

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