That Feminist Bitch
I am told to be a lady
1. do not swear
2. do not have sex
3. do not show skin
4. do not ask for it
as though exposing the cells covering my body leaves me open to be opened without my will
as though hiding my opinions and keeping my thoughts to myself means my mind will have its fill
as though the hickies on my neck are a scarlet A permanently there
as though the unobtainable unrestrainable actions of others fall back on my back for being bare
because its a high five for fucking two chicks and a swan dive for sucking dick
the imbalance is unbelievable
the hypocrisy is inconceivable
and the repercussions are annihilable
we had a discussion in class
on what we would want to improve about the bus system
four hands raised
four girls appraised
four counts of ‘less harassment’
bullet points on the board
Expo scented notes of too close sitting
nicknames ill fitting
being followed from your stop
looking you in the eye when their pants drop
this is normal?
then my friend asked, for educational purposes,
how many boys have experienced this?
how many hands raised?
take a guess
you get called a lot of things, being a feminist
apparently its an illness that would be solved if we got fucked good and hard
but if that were the case, I’d be healed by now considering these standards fuck me every day
so no, I won’t shut up
I won’t go back to the kitchen, so make your own damn sandwich
I won’t sit down
I won’t listen when you tell me, ‘smile, don’t frown.’
because I can’t go two steps out my door without looking down and wondering if I should put on more
routes changed on my way to class
too avoid catcalls and comments on ‘damn, look at her ass’
and no, don’t tell me its a compliment
because I’ll tell you how good you’d look on your knees
and watch your patience be spent
how anyone can look at this and not see something wrong
I feel like Sesame Street
one of these things just doesn’t belong
maybe its my attitude
maybe its my mouth
maybe its the tears of my sister’s I’ve gathered in my palms
sobbing over the cries of her nine month old baby that was held to her chest while she was followed and grabbed on her way to the library
so shook up she didn’t stop to ask for help
and no one offered
but they’re just gentlemen, right?
holding open the door and letting you in first
so you can be knocked to the floor to give a blow job in return because he’s the nice guy
don’t you dare friend zone him
he’s a gentleman
and I am told to be a lady