When you fag, weed and guzzle on beer
Man, why the fuck should you care?
When I do it for reasons similar to you
Guess what? I am labeled immoral goo
When you hop from bed to bed
My, my you are the man Ted!
If I so much as flirt, talk and score
You propound, I am but a ‘bloody whore’
You want me to be the friend with benefit
If I get ‘emotional’, I become unfit
If I refuse to play along, I am a fool
You tell me I am outdated and uncool!
You have every right to tell me how you feel
I am only supposed to comply and kneel
You can refute, discard or fiddle with me
If I reject, you throw acid at my face with glee
If I hug, laugh and fold up your shirt sleeves
Assume I have a ‘thing’ for you since Valentine’s eve
You give me treats, pay for movies, plan bike-trips
But hey, that’s too much thinking, Woman get a grip!
So here’s a point to ponder dear Man
When you join the unison to condemn rapists
Look inside you, and tell yourself
I do not force myself on her body
And then ask yourself
Am I not ‘raping’ her in my mind repeatedly?
P.S: This is to The Man who ‘fights for our cause’. But as I see it, he’s not quite sure of ‘the cause’. Before you form an opinion, do consider two points:
1. Personal experiences have influenced me heavily. It might or might not be akin to what women face in general.
2. I am not ‘generalizing’. I am merely talking of the prevalent mind-set and I do not think I have digressed too far. However, having said that, I must also thank the ‘exceptions’ I have known. I hope to meet more of their kind and write a tribute someday. 😛