Sometimes
I'm a little conflicted. 
I like making people happy, 
but I don't excuse narrow-mindedness. 
Thus 
I come off as 
well
a bit of a bitch. 

But you see,
when go to my 
"safe spaces" 
and I hear
little boys 
going: 

What's wrong with a patriarchy? 
I love it. 

Yeah,
I'd love a society that catered to me,
my needs,
my interests, 
my sexuality, 
and my morality with priority. 
Oh, I'd love that. 

But see, the little boys... 
they think things. 
Unfortunately,
none to bright. 

See, the thought 
of a society
that doesn't exactly
cater to the 
cis 
white 
males
frightens. 

See,
I can imagine they think they'll be ignored,
belittled, 
assaults on their kind overlooked 
because they aren't in charge,
not prevalent, 
or prioritized. 

That they'll be attacked for their identity,
their worth, 
questioned. 
That without voice,
they'll be objectified.

Oh, wait. 
Doesn't that sound familiar? 
Oh, right. 
They don't care. 
Because I only fit a part of the bill. 

White. 

I'm privileged by birth, 
gender divided,
sexuality overlooked, 
morals questioned,
beauty slandered, 
and voice crushed. 

As much as my queer woman of color counterpart? 
No. 
I'm thankful for that, 
at least. 

But see,
little boys 
get first picks. 

It started in kindergarten: 
boy, girl, boy, girl. 
Males preceded those who created them. 
Power allocated to their loins
out of birthright? 
Given to them by...? 
The people they silence? 

You see, 
I've got a confession. 
I love diversity. 
I revel in it. 
Why? 
Why the fuck not? 

When you go to an accredited university
you're paying for higher thinking, 
respect and expression. 
I want to sit in a class full of open minds,
filled with experience, 
variance, 
and differing cultures to gives angles to discussions. 

I want to sit in a room with those who've handled
racism,
sexism,
classism, 
oppression, 
ridicule,
violence, domestic and public, 
rape survivors, 
victims of abuse, 
disabilities, 
everything,
intersectional. 

Because when I leave an institute
that painted dreams over the door of 
their banks,
fishing for my scraped together 
thousands, 
I want to see the world as others do. 
I expect freedom, 
a voice,
and knowledge to back it up. 
I don't want your religion.
I don't want your lies. 
I want a world that is equal, 
for all, 
the way it should be, 
the way it is, 
without a whiny little boy
telling me
boohoo
why can't I be a part of that? 

Because you stripped cultures of their identity,
women of their clothes, safety, and trust, 
generations of their success in a fresh economy, 
minorities of their voice... 

When you advocate for those who can speak for themselves
it shows many things: 
one being a small mind. 

And I'm sorry if I came off as that bitch,
the feminist cow, 
the queer with too many opinions, 
but step 
    the 
        fuck 
             off
and realize your place
in this vast, 
advanced, 
catered-to-you world. 

Then you can cry boohoo.