Being a young girl in college can be hard enough without men sexualizing you at every turn. After all the unwanted advancements, you can get fed up. But being chased home from the bus stop with a man shouting at you is the last straw. There's a reason I have pepper spray on my keys now.
Sexual harassment can be a taboo subject to get into, but here are 3 poems I wrote about my experiences.
"I Don't Need You To Fuck Me"
I don't wanna be
Your friend with 'certain' benefits
Because it's a relationship for me
Even without the sex
I don't want to get there
After I get married
And want it then
Because I don't want it
Even from my boyfriend
You won't fuck me so well
With that dick of yours
Because I'll cut off your
Prick
For even implying that
And nobody
Nobody
Tell me what to do with my body
Or what it wants
Or what it needs
Except me
What my body needs
Is for you to back up
Shut your mouth
And let this asexual
Enjoy her tea
I need no tip
And you won't get one either.
~Mad'm
"To Whom It May Concern"
To whom it may concern,
I am incredibly gay.
This is something I need to say
So you stop asking me what time I get off work.
To whom it concerns me
That you wait at my bus stop next to me
In the dark when I'm otherwise alone.
To those concerned
And worried about my well-being,
Your pity earns you no points
If I don't show up to work tomorrow.
No call. No show.
Nothing to show for myself.
Another rainy night in Northgate.
$2.50 takes me away from it all.
~Mad'm
"Cat Called"
Why do you yell out 'hello'
As you drive not so slow
-ly by me on the road
When I know
You won't stop by and have a conversation
Let alone
Take me out to dinner and learn my
Name and occupation
Age, sex, location
Why do you have to cat call me
When I can't
Call you on your shit
Since you'll never see me
Again
You must think you're so
Slick
But wait a sec
Let's talk sex
Because boys
Just because I'm a girl
Doesn't mean you can shout at me
Like you own the world
~Mad'm
