I may look like a doll,
But I am not yours to play with.
I might by skinny, or tall,
Or have curves, and have width.
I have my hair done
and lashes to fit.
Some days I\'ll be on Tumblr
With sarcasm and wit.
You say that I\'m ugly,
Too fat, or too white.
You say I don\'t have ambition,
Or I have too much fight.
You say it\'s ok
When I look sexy with beer.
Then you hide me and clothe me,
So the judgement\'s unclear.
It\'s good to get married
And to be the housewife.
But you scorn me and
Tell me, \"go on get a life\".
\"Go get a degree, but
Don\'t you dare use it!\"
\"Take care of the kids,
Who else would choose it?\"
Your heels are too flashy,
Your flats are too plain.
Go on girl get trashy!
But keep it quite tame.
This guy over here tells me
To call him Big Papa,
\"Smile for me baby,
Come here little mama,\"
\"Gees you\'re drunk,
Let\'s go get a room!\"
The mortician carves,
\'She deserved it\' on the tomb.
How can I feel safe,
When I walk down the street
With cat calls and wolf whistles,
and men selling their \"meat\"?
Will I ever accomplish the
Goals that I seek?
Will my professors tell me,
I\'m not ready, I\'m weak?
Yes, I\'m a woman,
If you can\'t already tell.
No, I don\'t have a smile
Or my time to sell.
I just want to live in this world
Without fear or regret.
I just want to make the
Same paycheck you get.
Stop treating this like
Its not a big issue.
I\'m sorry, not sorry,
That\'s it\'s what we must teach you.