Because my cousin shared 3 rape experiences she had
And on all three occasions
She was wearing sweats and was brutally beaten
So there goes your excuse
That my tight dress was asking for it
It might have escaped your attention,
But I don’t wake up in the mornings,
And put on a skirt thinking,
Will this get me raped?
I don’t put on a tank top hoping,
Maybe this one will.
Because in school, they teach us that our bodies are offensive.
They pull us from classrooms
Demanding if we have longer shorts,
Or even a sweater,
Reminding us that the boys are distracted,
That the boys go wild for a peeking shoulder,
Or the sight of a sun burned thigh,
Because their education is more important than ours.
Because white men in pressed suits,
Expensive watches hanging from their wrists,
Red faces glinting with arrogance,
Have more say over my body than I do.
Because those same men,
Quoting the Bible and fake statistics,
Have never shed blood,
As a twisted sacrifice for being a woman.
Because those same men,
Have never walked the streets,
Fearing for their lives,
Clinging to keys between their fingers like a lifeline
With pepper spray in their bags,
Ready for someone to feel entitled to their body.
Because when a man says no to us,
It is a fault in OUR character.
It is because we are not
Thin, tan, or perky enough for HIM.
Because when WE say no to a man,
Its still a fault in OUR character,
We are the cold, ruthless bitch,
Saying no to the nice guy,
Who offered to buy us a drink,
And Who complimented our hair.
Because a UCSB entitled nine-teen year old boy,
Can record a video
Of his plans to shoot down all the
“Blond bimbos who denied him his right,”
And then do so,
Only to have his actions excused by the media,
Claiming he was depressed,
Instead of admitting that male entitlement is dangerous.
Because I am done being silenced
And I am done being polite.
I am done sitting by
As a country hypocritically cries
Equality and justice
But doesn’t have equal pay
Lets men make decisions for a woman’s body
And blames the victim for the actions of a rapist.
Because our NO won’t be enough one day.
Because I wasn’t asking for it.
Because “Boys Will Be Boys,” is still an excuse
Because “Not All Men Are Like That,” is still a defense.
Because enough blood has been spilled.
Because I am sixteen years old, and I am so afraid, when I shouldn’t have to be."
This poem was inspired by actual tweets from the #YesAllWomen trend on twitter. X
I was thinking recently it starts with S. I hope it’s more original than just ‘Swift’ to be honest. Maybe like ‘Sea’ something I don’t know
well she really likes starbucks
Omg what if its sweeran….. xD
omg omg omg
or like Scottish fold…(Meredith and Olivia)
I’m thinking your dad was confused bc I’m 99.9999% sure it will actually be called $$$$
maybe it’s sesor
you know… roses backwards
it’s obviously scissors
I met her not that long ago, at a radio event and we exchanged numbers. And she came to one of my shows—my record release show in Brooklyn, and we just have remained in contact. She just texted me, she’s like ‘I’m having a party for my friends in Rhode Island, and I’d love you to come.’ And there were men at the party but she didn’t want a picture—she said ‘let’s have a picture with all the girls.’ So yeah, we showed up and it was fun, it was raining, so we played a lot of board games and she baked. It was very much how you would expect her to be, a wonderful hostess, there was lots of delicious food.
We played charades. When we got there, everyone was on a slip and slide but it was raining, and I was like ‘I’m not like a slip and slide person.’
It was fun, but it was very low key. Everyone’s like ‘Oh my god! You were at Taylor Swift’s house!’—but she’s very normal. To me, I didn’t feel like—I just didn’t feel like anything crazy.
She’s a very, very sweet person. So all the rumours are true. Unless the rumours are bad and then they’re not true.
…and one single angel
3 years since ‘Sparks Fly' premiered | July 18th 2011
calum smiling with his teeth: a masterpost
Taylor sent a fan from the Philippines a card/letter last year (x)