DEAR FEMINISTS

Dear Feminists

Turn on the radio

Do you hear the lyrics

That they're throwing out

Like we're a joke

Something to ride,

Something to show off,

Just a piece of meat

That's what they sing about

Nothing to do with

What's going on inside

Women-- WHERE THE HELL IS YOUR PRIDE

Shut off the music

Make it stop

(if you hate trump cuz he grabbed p***y

then don't let pop culture

make rap song

after rap song

after rap song

about it)

This poem is about: 
Me
My country
Our world

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