You Women are such assholes. |
You think you're so much better than us, |
just because I have a penis and you don't. |
You think that makes you better than me? |
Do you think that made you better than me |
when I walked in as a ten year old |
to find the female japanese babysitter |
playing with my 2 year old brother's penis? |
What the fuck was she getting from it? |
The kid wasn't even old enough to have an erection for Christ's sake. |
I thought she might be after me next, |
so I ran to my room and I locked the door. |
but I'll never forgive myself for not having saved him |
from the hands of that witch. |
And what about my mom's best friend, |
the one who decided she'd rather be on her own |
fucking whomever she pleased and not paying child support. |
Oh of course she didn't have to, |
because the father was a good person. |
He was willing to watch the kids AND pay the bills when she ran off. |
Or my best friend's mom |
who became a crack addict |
and beat her senseless, |
fracturing her skull |
because "it ain't love until it hurts" |
and then taking the car and leaving |
for another state with another man. |
Well her father took good care of her and raised her well. |
To this day the mother is now referred to as "the monster." |
And here you sit here crying "Victim, victim" |
"I'm a female, so I'm a victim, victim." |
Well who the fuck do you think you are. |
What the fuck do you think |
the 14 year old Christian boy from Kansas was |
when the 22 year old girl pushed him on his back, on his bed, |
despite his screams, despite his "Get off!" because he didn't understand, |
and she said "Quiet, quiet, you'll like this, trust me!" |
But he just kicked and struggled |
as tears began to roll down his face |
while she pulled off his pants, and his underwear, |
exposing his most private thing. |
And then he cried while she touched it |
with her experienced hands |
and touched it until it was semi-erect, |
and then laid unwanted kisses, upon his face, |
and slid the semi-erect penis into her cunt with an |
"ooh" and a sigh. |
And she fucked him. She fucked him. |
She fucking gyrated herself ontop of him, |
while he cried, not understanding, understanding only |
that she was touching the one thing that was meant to be hidden |
until he was married. |
And she fucked him, taking away his purity, his chastity from birth, |
his virginity |
meant only for his wife- not her. |
And she fucked him, moaning and smiling as she came. |
And she raped him. Fucking him until she orgasmed. |
Rape. |
Sure, he got to take his shower after it was done, |
and sure, most of her vaginal liquids washed away, |
but somehow it still felt sticky down there, |
and somehow it seemed like he could still smell her, smell. |
and somehow he was afraid that his parents might notice. |
and even if they didn't, God would. |
And there he sat, with the smell of cunt upon him, |
and the image of her on top of him, |
while tears rolled from his eyes. |
And here I stand now. |
Standing here, listening to you fucking women |
calling all men fucking assholes, |
when most of us have never done a damn thing to you. |
Well fuck off. I'm a man, and I've never raped or beaten a woman. |
The problem is not men you fucking assholes, |
the problem is humans. Get it right and stop calling us men names. |
Maybe I'll shutup now or maybe I won't. |
But women aren't the only ones who know what it's like to be raped or beaten. |
And women sure as hell ain't innocent either. |
But just look at me, I've stooped to your level, |
calling you names so that you know how it feels for me, |
a good man, |
every |
single |
day. |
And look at you, because you're a woman, you probably only have to put up with it once in your life. |
But me, |
I have to put up with being called this shit every single day. |
Well, the least you can do is clap. |
so clap, assholes. |
8/3/03, not really meant as a poem. It's a rebuttal to slam poetry crap that degrades men.