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Enter Poem or Quote (Required) They tell me that I must avoid feminism. They tell me that feminism makes me hate men. They tell me as a feminist no man will like. They tell me all about misandry and not about misogyny and after I hear them talk I am all for Misanthropy. They tell me being manly is not ok, They tell me short skirts are slutty and long skirts Are prude and I. Am just. A sum of my parts. They tell me not to walk alone at night Or I might turn a man on. Not to be to giving or might as well go along. They tell me to clutch my keys for when Bad men arrive They tell me: “Hey girl, why not smile?” And ask me what´s the hurry. They tell me they are a nice guy, don't worry I am in no rush. Let's just be friends, I have nothing in demand. They tell me, with the same heart in their mind, That I lead them on, and ask me why I don´t love them? But I did, they were my friend. They tell me catcalling is a compliment but call me Arrogant if I thank. And if I walk by in silence they Call me ****, they call me skank. They tell me those rowdy guys in daylight light are just a bit drunk and nothing more. And the way that they groped me more, just let it go and leave before they get more. They tell me how it is my fault on the day that I get raped. Boys will be boys, I can not expect them to behave. How silly of me, to think them human. They tell me no arrests are made, and before the day after, They, They tell me to get over it, and call me psycho when I flinch. I think some have half the mind to rape me again. “Why don't I trust them?¨” is all they have to ask? But look at what you thought me, You taught me not to trust. That was not feminism, feminism was not my class. It taught me better, that my voice will give me trust. That I am not alone and you have not weakened me. That boys are not boys and better than we make them to be. That my body is my body and I should not fear the Streets at day and night like I do now. And every lurking danger, is not the sum of my faults.
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