I won’t be polite when a man whistles at me
Or tells me my tits look nice
I’m not afraid to be rude when my ass is grabbed at
and I wasn’t ‘asking for it’
by wearing a skirt and dancing in a club,
By drinking alcohol
or by generally being a human fucking woman.
I am a woman who likes sex, and sports
but I refuse to be told I’m not like the rest
Because the rest are strong
Not strong for a woman, but strong like an ocean
The rest are brave
Not brave like a man, but brave like a warrior
The rest fight for equality every day
To be seen and heard as a person with a voice
Not a microphone with boobs
Not someone who is smart for a woman
That is not a compliment.
I am fed up of fighting to be heard
of being the assistant, the receptionist, the nurse
of aspiring to marriage and 2.5 kids
of always being behind the man
to celebrate their privileged success.
My sister is funny,
My mum fixes the car
My Nan saws up wood
These are the stories I want to hear
Not of a man who once was great
Or a man we all secretly hate
A woman who fights demons
breaks barriers and builds bridges
every single day
and doesn’t need an award or a title to know she is great.
Don’t be a dick, realise
The future is female and we’re coming in tribes.