We live in a time where the word ‘sexism’ is hated,
yet humor is still found in the alcohol-stained lips,
that form names such as ‘baby’ and ‘sweetheart.’
The jokes aren’t funny,
so stop telling me to relax.
We live in a time where ‘clingy’ women are hated,
yet as soon as we move from the expectations of men,
they try and bring us down so they can be higher.
I am independent,
so stop pretending that I need you.
We live in a time where ‘prude’ women are hated,
yet when we decide how much of our own skin to show,
‘we were asking for it.’
My clothing is not an invitation,
so stop acting like I owe you.
We live in a time where ‘similarity’ is hated,
yet my opinions are still laughed upon,
just because it is different to the opinion of the man beside me
My voice is just as important as yours,
so stop making me feel small.
We live in a time where suffering is hated,
yet when my body shakes in the middle of the night for no reason,
nobody takes me seriously.
I am a human being,
so stop calling me an overreaction.
We live in a time where there are cracks in our walls,
but people are too ignorant to acknowledge their existence.
Instead, we plaster them with hatred,
believing that the problem is is fixed.
The truth is, however,
that we live in a time where our cracks are growing.
Girls are being taught to hate their bodies,
but are told to fix them by stripping away layers of humanity,
with beauty products and hair removal creams.
Women are too afraid to leave their houses at night,
but are told to fix their fears by covering their own skin,
despite the fact that our skin is ours and ours only.
We are drowning in this ocean of discrimination,
but you are telling me that learning to swim amongst it,
will fix me.
How can you not understand that by refusing to see the faults in our society,
you’re allowing these plastered walls to crash?
So you can drink your bottles of hatred,
but the stains will never be removed from your lips.