“turn around,”

he shouted.

“give me a smile,”

the camera was poised.

we looked at each other,

as only girls can,

when it is a man harassing.

we just wanted 

to load the truck

and be on our way.

she turned,

head cocked defiantly,

braids framing her annoyed glance.

i turned,

mouth irritated and sour,

holding myself to the truck bed.

the camera snapped,

a light flashed.

“thanks for nothing,”

he grumbled.