Dear Oblivious

Wed, 01/31/2018 - 18:31 -- CasW

Dear Oblivious,
I hate how close you sit next to me
I hate your knee brushing mine
I hate the way you cat-called me when I was eleven
I hate the way you asked to buy my body when I was twelve
I hate the way you taught me to blame myself before I learned Algebra
I hate the way my body shakes when I'm walking alone
I hate the way you think I wore this for you
I hate the way you put your hands on me
I hate how you think I'm a piece of entertainment
I hate how you think my body is yours for the taking
I hate the way you said 'cunt' as a synonym for hard to take advantage of
I hate the way you like the way I like girls
I hate the way you think I like girls because you like how I like girls
I hate the way you form my identity to your attraction
I hate the way you think the world revolves around you
I hate the fact that you are privileged enough to make the world revolve around you
I hate the way you make women believe your bullshit
I hate the way you won't read this
I hate the way you pretend you don't know what I'm talking about.

This poem is about: 
Me
My family
My community
My country
Our world

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