men piss me off
It is impossible to live a life as a woman. Being a woman equates to losing privileges that many take for granted, and simply existing feels like a constant battle against systemic oppression. Sure, you can survive, but the truth is that you will never genuinely experience the security or peace of mind that men enjoy. One doesn't even need to identify as a woman to suffer these consequences; merely being perceived as one subjects you to a barrage of biases and expectations. I knew about this when I was just ten years old, and I remember being so angry. Why was I so angry? Was it because I was watching one of my cousins being treated as if they bore a curse for something as natural and uncontrollable as periods, or was it watching my grandmother unleash her frustration on my mother for having the audacity to earn more than my father, or was it watching my friends confining themselves within the narrow box of societal expectations for young women? I was enraged, and I think I have been enraged ever since, and the world seems to not want me to calm down because it only gets worse.
I have been so full of rage that I have forgotten what it feels like to feel other emotions. But as it comes with it, I have always felt fear, anxiety, stress, and worry with my rage. It seems to me as if that comes with the package of being a womanâto correct myselfâbeing a woman in this world. It is a world of men. I knew that from a very young age, as most women do. we were never just girls; we were thrust into adulthood, stripped of our childhood. We watched as the boys in our neighborhood lived with no fear in their eyes. We watched as the boys we deemed to be our friends turned against us to disregard our honor publicly. We stood by, powerless, as these boysâwho were forbidden to be labeled as men, no matter how mature they had grownâmutated into monsters who saw us as mere objects. I hate that society dictates such limitations; I will call them what they are: men. These men were once our friends, our family, and they have betrayed us, becoming the very monsters we never imagined they could be. The rage boils within me as I grapple with the disillusionment of recognizing that those we once loved are capable of such dehumanization. How can we stand idly by while they discard their humanity, reducing us to nothing but expendable flesh? Why are we expected to be silent?
Every girl has at least one horror story. Before she even grows into a woman; before she blooms, sheâs plucked out and destroyed internally, eternally, and is expected to never speak of it because what a shame it is for a young girl to have no honor. No one asks why she has no honor or who took it. What a shame it is that she is so dirty and impure by the hands of âboysâ who aren't grown. So when do the boys grow? When they are on their deathbeds? When do the boys grow to learn that women are people and people deserve to be respected? Who teaches these boys to dishonor another person and get away with it? Society is the answer. It has been our enemy since misogyny took over, but the truth remains when men failed to rule the world; when men failed to run the very world that they created, it was we women who repaired it, held it together in these very hands, and brought back the order of the menâs world that the men created and destroyed.Â
If you ask a man to give an opinion on this, however, they wouldn't know. That's the problem with men; that was always been a problem with men. They're ignorant. They don't know because they don't care. It doesn't affect them; instead, it makes their lives easier, and humans, or at least men, are selfish creatures. And for men, it's different. They can be ignorant; it's even preferred that they remain ignorant so the world moves on at the cost of the women who birthed them. So to no one's surprise, men suck. Generally globally and reasonably. The reason is they're terrified of women and what we are capable of. So they oppress us and keep us in a small cage so that we don't realize what we are worth and capable ofâwhat we have been capable of all along. The truth is we don't need men; theyâre useless. There is nothing women cannot do that a man can do; however, there are a lot of things women can do that men can't. You can't tell them that; itâll offend them, and youâll find them on the ground clutching their balls, begging that we show some value to their semen. It's pathetic really; men can be so pathetic.
But this is not about men. This is about women and women not getting to live. We can survive this world like all the women who came before us have but we cannot live. It is impossible to embrace life while being burdened by stress, worry and fear. Sometimes it's impossible to even survive. There comes a point when you are and have been acting so strong and so stern that you are numb to it all to the world that perceives you, but you know when youâre alone and it's dark and there is nobody nearby, no walls to embrace you, no hands to protect; you are not numb to any of it. It comes and it comes, and it never goes away no matter how sick you are of it; like a little bird in its cage, the world cages you, and all you can do is survive or die.Â
So to survive you turn into a monster. But you are kind so kind so soft and once you unravel and peel out the walls to show the world that you are kind and you are full of love they will destroy you until you cant build the walls anymore.Â
I have turned myself
 into a rock
Hard to look
 and rough to touch
The walls i builtÂ
and the doors i locked
Just to be safe
Just to be alert
They sliced down my wings
Before it could bloom
Told me to stay calm
As they burn up my wounds
Creepy smiles and hands in places i did not cave
I was a child; i needed love; i didnt want to be brave
All you are taught
From a very young age
How to say safe
How to be alert
Cruelty and evil
That runs in your veins
Is that what really makes you the men?
So I put up these walls,
and seal down the gates.
Noones getting in,
and youre finally safe.Â
But it gets lonely
as the winter comes.Â
You are frozen and stunned and noone cares.Â
You look strong and you look mean
They watch you stop breathing
They let you turn blue and green
And as the life leaves your skin
You are gone
And you are safe
You wont have to survive the life of a woman again
