Punching a wall
Not the best decision to make
Yet here we are with fate
Consequences for trust
Anger is a must
Not going to cry
Simply let out a sigh
I knew the risk
I played the cards
I made a fist
Because tears don’t solve anything
They just sting
I'm angry with myself
For being a fool
So I’ll put my emotion on a shelf
Forget that they are there
Simply to prepare
For my new rule
Don’t let anyone in
Open a bottle of gin
Forget the world around
And please don’t make a sound
Then maybe they’ll forget us too
Just let me slip through the cracks
Because I can’t face the facts
Of everyone who could hurt me
I never imagined you
I trusted
And my heart got busted
But at least it’s mine
You can’t have a single piece
Because I’m fine
I never signed that lease

You want to be pretty but not too pretty

But does it really change anything?

They **** you if you if you have on too little clothes

They **** you if you have on too much

There are so many excuses

She was asking for it

I was doing her a favor

I’m the victim here

Is there any way to be safe?

Is there any way to know that this isn’t the day that your entire life could change?
They whistle, they shout, they holler at you like you are an animal

But you can’t fight back
Three against one
So you keep walking
Praying they don’t follow you, grab you

Or even stab you because you didn’t return their crude remarks with a thank you
Society says that

We should accept ****** harassment as a compliment

But I don’t need your opinion on my body

I don’t want you looking at me like I am a piece of meat

I am not a ****** object made to please you

I want to live in a world where I don’t have to be afraid of men

Worried that smiling at them is interpreted as an invitation

Or by not means I need to be taught a lesson

I want my son to look at women as what they really are

Beautiful, brilliant creatures

And not by what society tells him they are

Objects, available for your pleasing

I want to be able to watch my daughter walk out of the house and

Not worry that she might never come back because a
 MAN decided that she was there for the taking

But we don’t educate

We don’t teach in our schools how common ****** harassment is

Or the effect that **** has on a woman because a man’s perogative is to get what he wants
Or how every woman is terrified that her body, her self will be taken from her

Why?
Because we’re uncomfortable

We don’t speak out because we don’t want to disrupt

I’m tired

I’m tired of these excuses

Good girl
*** hair
No way
Not fair
Fat thighs
Nice ***
Acne face
Hourglass
Wonder if that's all they see
No way to know
Is that me?
Chubby cheeks
Button nose
Perfect lips
Hairy toes
Good enough?
All the same
Picture perfect
That's the game

She goes to her bedroom and gets down on her knees
Because despite everyone saying that she is an angel
She's not pleased
She knows she can do better
Love harder
Shine brighter
She's desperate to find someway to give as much as she receives
Because she's drowning in forgiveness
So she prays that God will hear her pleas
To use her as his hands and his feet
For love to pour through her like an unquenchable sea
She prays every night, every morning, every day
Hoping someone might tell her that they've found the way
So she knows that she's fulfilled  her purpose
That her life was somehow worth it
Because she spent it loving
Instead of loitering around
Lazy and selfish
With happiness unfound

Swim swim little fishy
Aren’t you having dinner with the little missy?
Better hurry to your date
Don’t want to be late
Oops you got stuck!
Get out! GET OUT!
You’ve got to run from the duck
He’s coming your way
I can’t I’m stuck in a soda can!
cried the fish
Oh don’t I just wish
That my water was clean
Without trash or waste
The ocean use to be a nice place
But now I can’t even swim without
Getting stuck in a can
That was put there by man
And now I’ll die like the rest  
Because my natural habitat was distressed
And I’ll miss my date
But it’s all too late

Blue is for boys
Pink is for girls
What about purple,red, and orange?
Where do those fit in our gender norms?
Is there a place where we can just be?
A human
No forms
Not quietly
But loud
Where boys can wear dresses and girls can make messes
Being proud
That they are free
Not being told
Who they are
So that they fold
Into societies messes
Why can't they wear dresses or cut their hair short?
We need to abort
These silly notions of what it is to be a man or a woman and just be human