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From a very young age, a girl is told to hide away Hide her feelings Hide her opinion Hide her intelligence
When I stare at her,she dies a littleThe more erotic look I give,The more she suffersShe gives me a glance of suffering;I enjoy a littleWhen it discomforts her
While I feel that we should remember the past learn from it mourn it grow from it No one else remembers how. So we drown
I'm sorry I didn't grow up A boy being told he could be anything I wanted.
An open letter to the catcallers, butt-pinchers, hand groopers, and excesive sexual content broadcasters, Stop. We've asked nicely. Ignored you. Spoken softly. But we are tired. I am tired.
Toughen up young man Rigid Gender Line Blurring Sit Down Fragile Girl
Teach a girlNo doubt, she is diamond-beautifulInside and out,Because God created herWith a purpose.Break the curse,To crush deadThe tiny mocking voicesIn her head