So, you think just because you slept around,
Twelve women deep to prove your masculinity,
You can shame a woman?
Boasting— at least you’re not a virgin?
Tapping a woman just to show you’re a man?
I guess you skipped chapters in decency and biology.
There is no pride in that—be it man or woman.
And yet, you preach about being the good guy?
Would your blood still boil if your sister was left high and dry?
Or would you blame her—she should have built a home?
Do you think real women are pornstars?
The audacity of men like you,
Trying to explain a woman’s body to herself.
Is your mother still teaching you this?
That girl seduced you, enchanted you—for your money?
Like seriously? If that were true,
Even Fiona wouldn’t have been with the Ogre.
You want feminine women, yet ask, do you like to touch yourself?
Your mother warned you of gold diggers,
But forgot to teach you respect for someone’s daughter?
Spare your lectures when it comes to me,
I was standing up for other girls—
Against the creeps who tried to snag a picture
Even when I was just a teen.
Against men ogling at women,
Even while holy dipping,
When I was only a child.
So your labels—crazy, psycho, nutjob?
They won’t stick to me.
Try all you want,
But you’ll never shut my voice.
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