The world does not owe you Anything: Not success Not sex Not a wife Nor children - Not breeding Not access To bodies That are Me not You. Not to lives which are not yours. Not to your fists on our flesh Nor your rage unheeding Of the things that you want - Snatching the best of the best. Not to the food on the table Or the marks on my skin Left by knives That you grappled Screaming of my Original Sin. No you are not entitled to Your words spoken to us What we do not solicit, Nor the threat of your bodies Not to the strange or taboo. Dear Men, I won't give you My time or my breath If you are not related to me I have no wish to attest Nor comfort Or reassure That you are not Like him. I don't owe you My feelings Nor what's left of my days Nor my solitary leanings Or a chance for you to prove At my expense That you are safe When I have nothing Left I am able to risk That this time That I trust you You won't Rape and won't hit. You say you will seize That which is not given to you That makes it not giving But forcibly taking that which is Not for you. Your sense of entitlement Is out of control It is boosted and puffed up On Patriarchy's goals. And if you have daughters How do you reconcile The impact of your damage Upon her innocent smile? Dear Men Can't you see When you insist you are us Then you have never been more you? That your loud violent insistence Is manly and masculine Woman hating and Makes me want to spew All over your Your confident plundering Of all that you see: Your taking of handmaidens To pull your apples from the tree, Your aping of our beauty Your stealing of the props You insisted we use So you can look at us And wolf-like lick your chops. And still you ask me If I would like to dance If I would sit with you Would I give you a chance? You call me 'white boy' As I walk down the street Then pull down your pants Invite me to eat. When I tell you I like women To be in my bed You tell me you don't believe it It's just that I haven't met Your cock yet, And I really would laugh I would laugh till I cried I would laugh Except after everything You have done to me My tears have run dry.