To you it’s just a word
a word that no matter how many times said
it is always ignored
if I were to give you every reason in the world to do so
you still wouldn’t listen to our pleas
and if we can’t strut the way you want us to
we would be shunned
but if we strutted just how barbie should
you would approach and without asking
take control
I remember teachers saying to cover up our shoulders
but I never heard them tell the boys to stop staring
stop, I said it and I won’t stop until you do
I will fight you because you need to know when enough
is enough
when you were little i’m sure you didn’t lift up little girls dresses
or catcall them just for the pleasure
what happended
to the sweet dandelions that you handed us
or the cheesy love notes being passed from desk to desk
no you stopped with that
because if you continued it would be a sign of weakeness
a sort of loss of “manhood”
but I tell you now a girl would rather have a bouquet of weeds
than a hand up her skirt
so stop