The Fake Feminist

You say you respect women.

You say they are equal.

You watch me cringe when he comes near.

You ask, me why? I tell you.

I was 19. He was your friend. And this, you have to hear.

In the guise of affection, he would grab me, touch me and make me feel sick.

I would stop coming to your parties, because I didn’t want him near.

I think I have said it, now it will finally tick.

But there he is again. Laughing and smiling. In your home. In mine.

This man, as old as my father. He was your friend. No, wait. He is your friend.

So who am I?

You say you respect women.

You say they are equal.

You say all men need to learn that.

He was your buddy. He came home.

His kid played with mine.

I tell you he is an asshole. That is known.

He tells me he wants me and yes, he crossed a line.

But still, you sit with him, drink a beer, crack jokes and laugh along.

He was your friend. No, wait. He is your friend.

So who am I?

You say you respect women.

You say they are equal.

You say all men need to learn that.

You say you can’t watch on the sidelines and you fight for their place.

You call me names, shame me for an obscure social media post.

Preach about hypocrisy, naivety and make me feel so lost.

How can I call myself a feminist and a put a woman down?

Wait! What did I do? I didn’t even take her name! I was telling a story of my own!

She looks at a 5 year old group picture. All of us smiling at the camera, enjoying the great time that we had.

She doesn’t know me. She doesn’t know us.

She says that I like you. Doesn’t make you mad.

You say take lite. There’s nothing to worry about that.

That makes you a Stud. And that’s surely a good thing to be had!

Now, he says that YOU like me. It boils your blood.

You want to fight against such lies and teach him good.

But, didn’t you just ask me to take lite?

That such things weren’t even a fight?

You ask me to watch my body language for someone who doesn’t know me.

Why can’t you remember your own lessons and just let me be?!

I am a friend. No, wait. I was your friend

And.

YOU call ME The Fake Feminist.

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