You are just another object that they cannot ****
and it makes them angry
These boys, they get angry
So write goodbye behind your ear and down your throat and in permanent marker on both of your thighs
Tattoo **** backwards on your inner lip, so everytime you look in the mirror and try to choose teeth to pull to make their rejection more convenient
you will be reminded of who you are*
They will say swearing is ugly and you will say ***** until they shift in their seats
You will stare them down and bring your pointer finger across your neck
Don't you get it?
You will say
Pretty girls end up dead
You should know you're the ones killing them
But don't think that means I won't kick your *** in my skirt
won't strangle you with my golden hair
Won't choke you with my pretty nails until you are reduced to a blood stain
I wake up in once a month
These boys will think you owe them something
They will call you
*** *****
****
Simply in need of "some convincing"
When you don't want to sleep with them
you will tell them you get more girls then them
You are beautiful
You are ******
But most of all you are strong
You are fight
And you will tell all these boys to their face
That you could **** them with a look
You could weave a noose out of your armpit hair and fasten it around their big fat
Egos
You will be the one to change the world
I say
Cradling my daughter's head
You will be the one to change the world I say
Hugging my son tight
We will not go quietly into this darkness
I will raise you
With fight
I,
will raise you *RIGHT
This is my life.
Because my gender has been used to portray weakness and inadequacy and an excuse for lack of respect for as long as I can remember. I grew into a world uncaring unforgiving being told to mind my own business. When my bestfriend got ***** and everyone around me said "well, with a chest like that.." when my brothers and uncles dismiss my opinion, because "girls are too loud nowadays" it is entirely my business. I will not be silenced by your judgment. I will not go quietly as so many have told me to.
People have told me this is just another angry feminist poem,
And ****
You're right.