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Excuse me
Poetry

You Didn’t Know

EXCUUUUSE ME!
Excuse me honey for pointing out.
You’re scoring no points with her, can’t you count?
You think you’ve got game with your creative whistling.
But I promise you, inside, she’s boiling, she’s fidgeting.
You think you’re such a man to call a girl your, “bitch.”
But you don’t understand that, the word is a veterinary term to describe a female dog, in which you were obviously blind enough to not see that she wasn’t a canine, but a female human being.

By the way, I do not appreciate the four letter words that come out of your mouth.
And I do not appreciate you touching me without my permission.
Nor you calling me “sexy” names,
when I walk across the street with my little sister at my hip. WHO DO U THINK YOU ARE?

And I do not appreciate your catcalling. Your staring.
Your inappropriate small talk.
Your flirting at inappropriate times.
And I do not appreciate your rudeness when I say “NO” and “STOP” and when I say “ENOUGH.”
So why do you continue to molest me?
Why do you continue to make me feel less of a woman and more like a dog, to whom you like to whistle at, and yell at, and boss at, and beat at.

Why are you so clueless?
That women are incredible creatures, go ask the woman you call mother.
Shame on you to make fun of God’s beauty in the giving of birth.
Shame on you to make fun of a woman’s menstrual period.
Shame on you to make fun our insecurities, our bodies.
Shame on you to make fun of my mother…when you say that all women are pigs.

And for your information
It is the WOMAN’S job to decide if she wants children or not, not yours when you force her to the ground.
It is the WOMAN’S job to decide to abort or not, not yours, when you tell her you don’t want it.
It is the WOMAN’S job to decide if she wants to be with you or not, not yours when you tell her to call you, she doesn’t have to.
And you must never force yourself upon her.
And you must never yell at her.
And you must never beat at her.
And you must never do anything to make a woman cry.
I hope you understand that what you’re doing is ruthless and inhumane.
And I refuse to call you a gentleman if you do not change.

 

 

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