Dear Oblivious

Dear Oblivious, I hate how close you sit next to me I hate your knee brushing mine I hate the way you cat-called me when I was eleven I hate the way you asked to buy my body when I was twelve I hate the way you taught me to blame myself before I learned Algebra I hate the way my body shakes when I'm walking alone I hate the way you think I wore this for you I hate the way you put your hands on me I hate how you think I'm a piece of entertainment I hate how you think my body is yours for the taking I hate the way you said 'cunt' as a synonym for hard to take advantage of I hate the way you like the way I like girls I hate the way you think I like girls because you like how I like girls I hate the way you form my identity to your attraction I hate the way you think the world revolves around you I hate the fact that you are privileged enough to make the world revolve around you I hate the way you make women believe your bullshit I hate the way you won't read this I hate the way you pretend you don't know what I'm talking about.