Dear J. Cole (An open letter to men in the media)

Don't tell me to embrace my curves

Until you've been 14 years old 

getting felt up by guys with beards

 

And you know what it's like to be used

for physical pleasure 

before you know how to drive.

 

Don't tell me to embrace my curves

Until you've been known

for the size of your breasts

insted of the talents you posess.

 

Don't tell me to embrace my curves

Until you've had to wear two bras

just to go on a jog

 

And the men in cars still honk at you

and stare

and yell

 

And you come home with agony

in your back

and humiliation

in your heart.

 

And don't tell me 

a few more push ups will help because

I lost 40 pounds and still

have the width of a linebacker.

 

Don't you dare tell me to embrace my curves

when you made me want to

destroy them.

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