My body, to you, is the ultimate insult.

"You throw worse than HER,"

Is enough to make you deny profusely,

Your nostrils flaring with rage and shame.

Because you believe it's not acceptable to be worse,

Than me.



My body, to you, is the standard of weakness.

To have a weaker pitch, a softer heart, a shorter stride, a higher laugh,

Are all disgustingly intolerable.

And all because you attribute these things,

To me.



To hear a man be called a '****'

Is no extraordinary thing.

But you believe that the most grotesque, *****, foul word you can use against another,

Is a word that describes the most intimate part,

Of me.