Dear Men

Dear Men,

When did you stop?

Stop protecting what is good?

When did the female body

become yours? I do not remember when I said

I am wearing this for you. 

When did I say I want this? Is it

when I bought this shirt, these pants? Was 

it when I smiled, when I laughed? Or maybe

when I walked alone? When I walked into a bar?

When did you learn that a no is a yes? Why am I

someone who has hurt a man being held accountable,

While for you it’s “boys will be boys”? If

he did what I did, no one would bat an eye, “He,

is just shy” you would say “Aww, give him a chance”

At first we hugged and cuddled,

now I am the one in the wrong,

For wanting more? He talks about me

and it’s cute. I ask about him, I am obsessed. What

kind of double standard is that?

You can get hurt;

I know that. Because of what is in

My pants I don’t have the benefit of

 A doubt. 

I never overstepped physically,

I waited of him;

I asked, and I am wrong

I stand with the sisters, the mothers,

The daughters, the siblings. 

To those who say “It’s

Not All Men” I know, but they

ALL need to be held accountable.

I am Jane Doe