feminism: a slam poem
Love me, I said.
But most boys take that as an invitation to my body.
An invitation that gives them the opportunity to touch me.
Most boys are so clueless to the point where they can't control their dicks.
They rather use their dicks than their actual brain.
Not the correct head, I should say.
Like, yes totally! All girls would want to fuck you right away even though you just met, I'd say...never, only in your dreams.
Because, yes! I totally want you to touch me although I've been telling you no.
Because, yes! I totally want to be forced to have sexual intercourse with you.
Because, yes! You pushing me against a wall having your lips on my neck makes me totally comfortable.
Because yes, I rather have your hands in my pants rather than have an actual conversation with you.
When I said love me, I meant something more than sex.
I want to be valued,
I want to be cherished,
I want to be trusted,
I want to be fucking respected.
My body, isn't an object, it's a temple
You can't have me when you want me.
I have a say for my body, you don't.
I have a say for what I want, you don't.
When I say love me,
I'm not saying fuck me.
I have more love and respect for my body than I have hate for it.
The reason I have hate for it is because other guys before objectified it and thought they could have me whenever they wanted.
So, please remember, I'm not afraid to speak my mind in situations revolving my body.
I will stand up for myself.
a.b.
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