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Feministing

Some people define 'feministing' as "Girl, you crazy." "You really think you can change the world?" "Tough shit." Or "Nobody's ever gonna love you" "Because of your fat body and fatter mouth." Well, contrary to your opinion I am fighting to be more than just a body and mouth. A body because men do not have the right To use it as their own personal welcome mat And a mouth because I refuse to swallow them up To be an opening in which they find their home. My mouth is for more than pleasing a man My body is for more than pleasing his eyes. 'Feministing' is not me being hotheaded Or hating all men No, I hate the men who feel they are entitled to use me Who feel they can retreat into my breast Into my womb As if to mimic their mother's Just because I came out a woman. I hate the men who derogatorily call women Sluts, bitches, prudes Just because they have too much sex Or refuse to have it with a particular person. Just because you came out a woman Don't you know that it is your sole purpose To give up autonomy over your own body? Your own body is no longer your own It is a maple tree that lovers carve their names into He scratched his name into your bark Labeling you as his Labeling you as the government's Labeling you as someone else's Because you, a little girl A helpless woman Cannot be trusted to know yourself well enough To own yourself. I hate the society that instructs little boys to be entitled And teaches little girls that Just because you have a body Just because you are a woman You are asking for it Your cleavage is a stamp that says you want him And should you say the word "no" You are inherently leading him on. Should you say "yes" You are a disgrace A pariah An outcast. You, girl Should not be sexual You, child Should not be independent You, woman Should not be. How can I be? We, women Do not have the option Our voices are lost in the static noise around us We cannot live Because we are systematically shut down When we try to be who we are. So, next time you complain about 'feministing' Give me a feasible alternative About how to be who I am.
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