I miss when I was little,

When I didn’t care about how I looked,

The only thing that mattered was being able to play kickball,

When boys and girls wouldn’t touch each other because they were afraid to get cooties,

When Dad’s shoulders felt like the safest place in the world,

When being high meant being on top of the playground,

But now that’s all gone,

 

Now I care a lot about how I look,

Now the only thing that matters is who got with who and who can get a 4.0,

Dad’s shoulders now don’t feel safe anymore,

Being high now means being on drugs,

Now I walk around hoping that I don’t have to use the self-defense I was taught,

Holding my keys in between my fingers,

Praying that I don’t have to get away from an attacker,

Or getting uncomfortable whenever someone brushes up against me,

Because I don’t know if they are going to hurt me,

 

At 11 years old boys started to pull at my shirts,

I walked home from school with teenagers rolling down their windows to tell me that my jeans made me look hot,

It was no longer a battle for the kickball court it was a battle for safety,

I can’t count on my fingers the amount of times I was recorded for what I assumed was a plan for kidnapping,

 

This was all taught by you society,

You taught us that slapping a girls butt was a way of showing that she was cool,

You taught us that women will always be ignored,

You taught us that women are only around to be toys or something to push around,

At this point some of us don’t even see ourselves as humans,

We just see ourselves as objects,

 

Objects that are not listened to or heard,

We try to fight for even the basic human rights but we are met with anger for speaking out of turn,

Slapped in the face for not doing things right,

I don’t know how much longer you will keep going at this but I will make you pay for this.

 

So thank you,

You motivate my spite,

You motivate me to show the world how cruel you are, 

I’m going to show the world all of your true colors,

And you will get what you deserve.