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Oh, you call yourself a feminist


"Oh, you call yourself a feminist?" Just because I had a Twitter to rant my feelings about equal rights... Doesn't mean a simple thing such as being called feminist But let me tell you this Don't get mad when I use you 20 something years from now as a foot rest. In MY office Under MY pretty little tired feet. Cause guess what.. "Shut up and go make ME a sandwich." Yes, I am a feminist Big deal So what Make fun of me all you want All I'm saying, When I own my big business And take your job that you've been lazily been handed And do it better than people may think Hopefully one day you see me as more than just a parking space. Because I'm tired of being used just for your pretty little needs Im heated just by hearing that you hooked up with the 'recently turned legal' little girl You explained her cute little dress But not in a way she had saw it "Take advantage of me" In your eyes it had said. Girls wear things that they feel comfortable and confident in And guys like you... think they all mean "Pleade cone at me!" As they beg for every guy on the street to stare as they walk by Feeling on top of the world. But guys like you... make me laugh NO MEANS NO Even if her clothing say otherwise When I was only 14 My teacher and I had a heated debate about dress code Being one that I was young and still learning the ropes My points were valid "Why do guys have to stare at something both their mothers and sisters have?" Small pieces of skin is something that they are oddly attractive too. Let's just say, I got my full points for that discussion Now that I'm older The clothing on my body doesn't matter to you Rape is suddenly a simple hook up Women are down graded Men are overly stupid and get away with it "She wanted it." Didn't know screaming no and stop meant you were having a good time. And still to this day "Oh, you call yourself a feminist?" Yes bitch, now who the fuck wants to know?"
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