How do I get these damn boys off my back?
They call us girls?
Call attention to my immaturity?
You know what matures you?
Curiosity, novelty, challenge.
You know what these boys pretending to be men lack?
Curiosity in a world inevitably spinning,
novelty in a world made for their hands,
challenge in a world shaped by their fear.
Yeah, pretty face, we all have our shit —
but do you know how many bodies you’re crushing
when you cruise on your motorized fucking skateboard?
Do you realize how pretentious you sound
when you brag about beating everyone at Mario Kart,
about your Supreme bag being a garbage can?
Games aside, life is not a game, not matter how long
your gender has imposed limitations on the rest
all I ask you is that you get off my damn back,
so I can defend those I love, maintain my compassion,
and lend you a hand
once you decide to get off your high, power-hungry horse.
To all the people out there who try hard to be patient with and have empathy for that rich white cis dude but know it’s harder than it looks…I’m with you.
November 24, 2019