When asked how I feel about men
I have come to a reply
That is at once concise and yet insufficient
But I say
Men make me wish I didn’t have a face.
Make me contemplate how much easier it would be to be a featureless blob
Men turn the phrase “flesh prison” from meme into reality
Men make me feel less than human
Men make me feel helpless
Bound tight within a world that tells me
The struggle is futile
Your cries for help will be silenced
Men make a mockery of beauty
They smother and crush all that is precious in this world
Men make me want to light this body on fire
Just to watch them choke on the smoke.