"It's not all men"
You say it’s not all men,
but every single girl I know has a story.
“Don’t wear that, it’s too tight”
“Don’t wear that, it shows your boobs”
“Don’t wear that, it’s too short”
“cover your drink, don’t let it out of your sight”
“Turn your phone on and check on the girls”
“Sending you my location, I feel unsafe”
We’re not objects.
We’re not dolls.
We’re not scraps of flesh for you to control.
My vessel.
My house.
My body.
So why does it feel like everyone else’s property and everyone else’s need.
And yet we all wait longingly for it to be over.
Her vessel.
Her house.
Her body.
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