The kind of men Who want me to Be silent And not tell Other women About the pitfalls And dangers Of interacting With the XY Crowd, Who want to Mock and Accuse And label Me Confused Are the kind Of men That other Women Need to Know Exist. The kind of Men who Don't want Me to talk About escape And survival And seek to Stifle me Are the kind Of men who Want you to Believe That this Is the Way of the world And they are the Big Man But you only Forever a Daddy's Little Girl. The kind of men Who rattle my cage Come with honey Thinking painting Reality as fear Will allay or Blur the indignity Or make less clear The dangers To life and liberty Are the kind Of men My sisters Need to hear about. I don't need your Forgiveness If I start to shout "Fire!" in a crowded Room while my More brainwashed Sisters sit quietly As the flames Rise higher. Sisters! Women! Heroines! Girlfriends! Lend me your ear! These kind of men Will destroy Every inch of you And then claim (if you live that is) You are phobic Hysterical and Depressing. So, sing your Freedom! Pronounce Your words! We might live in A Kingdom Be pushed off The road But the XX's Are Goddesses Who own The living Grass Verge.