A truth needs to be unbound
Of violence, pain, and shame.
Blame the oppressor,
Not the victim’s name.
We tried to teach our girls how to live in this world,
Yet failed to teach our boys
How to sway their eyes from every girl who turned a corner.
It’s the lust of a man,
Not the dress of a girl.
Why do we always blame the victim?
When it’s the man who couldn’t keep it in his pants?
That’s the problem we face today.
Victims are being blamed.
Oppressors walk free.
Is this really how everything is supposed to be?
It’s the 21st century, come on!
The oppressor deserves more than a slap on the wrist,
More than a shrug or a joke or a catcall.
Think of the girl
Who went through the seven stages of grief
Just to give you the strength of her story
To make you feel.
Whether it’s a six-month-old baby,
Or an eighty-year-old woman
Men still can’t keep it in their pants around any woman.
I repeat:
It’s the eyes of a man,
Not the dress of a girl.
It’s the lust of a man,
Not the sway of the girl.
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