Boys will be boys, just as they say.

They’ll push, they’ll tease, they’ll laugh, they’ll play. 

They’ll take a no for a yes, and unrightfully so,

because apparently they weren't taught that no means no.

Boys will be boys. Oh, cause that's a fact!

Clever, that means they won't be held accountable for their acts.

For a little girl scared, confused, unwilling,

Yet that “boy” still proceeded like this was thrilling.

 

It was August 4th, and I never will forget,

How he hid my phone, pushed me, ordered me to sit.

So when I did, my heart sank in fear of what he might do.

Then strip by strip, did he unravel me in the truth. 

 

Fast forward to the day after, I told no soul.

No person, no friend, no officer parole 

Because I was 14! What was I supposed to say?

Like, “Hi. Oh yeah, i was harassed by the way.”

 

14 you hear me? And taken advantage of,

While he gets to walk these halls, untouched, unthought of.

While I sit in my room, wanting this all to end 

Knowing I was cut in places, I didn’t even understand. 

 

Ashamed, blamed, broken and frayed.

And you still have the audacity to pat him on the back for getting laid?

 

Not to mention, girls are taught that it’s nobody's fault but their own.

Is that why I had to go and buy birth control alone?

Was it my fully covered body that was “asking for it?”

Or was it my repeated string of no’s that didn’t tell him shit?

 

No matter what, it’s not ok. And it never will be.

No saying, no phrase, will make me oversee.

 

Because what he did was sick. And you know what’s even sicker?

The fact I walk these halls, surrounded by snickers.

Because to them, I’m a slut, to my friends I’m a sinner.

Though the only things they understand is what they’ve heard on Twitter.

 

Saying “oh my god, lilly this, lilly what? lilly that” 

saying oh my god being a whore is the one thing she's good at 

Girls can be vicious, because there no in between a slut and a prude

But girls are still accountable for all that they do

 

And boys that's a different story, I stood face to face with one

telling him what happened, my tears started streaming, coming undone

and in which he laughed and looked me straight in the eyes

and said boys will be boys, so why are you crying?

 

Don't tell me that boys will be boys, don’t use that excuse for them.

They will be held responsible, from boys, to teens, to men.