They Say
My history teacher once told me
That misogyny is the fear of women
Not hatred
It is fear that breeds bigotry
Because we fear the unknown
Not hatred
And it is hard to see that we are all just pieces
From the same whole
And when I was little
They would always say
You can do anything you put your mind to
You can be anything you want
Even though I’m a girl
And I can go to school
And have the right to vote
I can be a lawyer or a doctor
And still be a mom
Unlike so many woman before
And so many around the world
But still they say
Cross your legs
Lower your voice
Cover up
Like my body is something foul
Yet they plaster it on billboards
And sell it like meat
He said be careful she’s a feminist
The word creates fear
But as long as my feeling are dismissed
As PMS
And my appearance more important than my thoughts
The title will remain
But perhaps I should be called
Equalist or beingist or love
Because I don’t want equality for women
But equality for all
And as long as my brother is called a pussy
Because he doesn’t play any sports
And my dad is always angry
Because men aren’t allowed to cry
The problem is not for women
The problem is for all
And who are they?
The ones who tell us who we are?
The media, the patriarchy, God?
No, it’s an illusion
A thought floating in the clouds
So it can be hard to remember
We are not black or white, gay or straight
Man or woman
We are human
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