My Thoughts On Harassment

Mon, 11/17/2014 - 12:26 -- tj9270

Being a girl in my day and age, 

you get used to the horn honks, 
and the "hey baby's",
and the guys saying "you're too pretty not to smile",
as though not having a smile on my face at all times is a sin.
But why should I smile when harassment becomes normal, 
when a girl can't report it because even the police thinks she should be flattered, 
but why should I be flattered that a guy wants to see up my dress so much that he 'accidentally' pushes it up, 
why should I be flattered when a guy can't even use words so he whistles at me like I'm a dog. 
But I am not a bitch, 
I cannot be won over by a whistle and sweet words, 
no scratch behind my ears in the form of some misogynistic pick up line, 
will give you a chance. 
And if I laugh at your poor attempt, 
it is not consent, 
just because my lips curl into a smile, 
does not mean you can come curl up with me.
My self worth does not exist on how fuckable I am in your perverted eyes, 
it is not existent on if you want to 'hit that', 
if you were to hit anything it should be your mindset that that is okay, 
right out of your head. 
Because I am not an object for your pleasure,
and I object to you treating me like I am.

 

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