Eye contact

I'm tired of hoping
for the days of no king
when the night won't win
nor smoking men sin
 
I don't want to be scared for my sister
of men who talk about blue balls like it's a sick curse
 
Girls after an assault are the ones called disturbed
While friends of rapists see disowning as absurd
 
Why does every other lady need a trigger warning
And men find it inconvenient rather than concerning
 
I wish my man didn't need to buy me weapons
Bottom of my bag might change the course of my life in seconds
 
The dark side of the moon is scars
They haven't found a cure for Mars
And the stars seem to be a little too far
To realize men's world isn't build by Gods
 
I wonder why talking about this makes you hate me
You shouldn't be mad at me for talking but at them who made me
 
You shouldn't feel like my words exist to cut you
unless you feel like I'm directly talking about you
 
I wake up the morning the sun doesn't set with safety
When guys find more reasons to not than to rape me
 
When my belief in good intentions doesn't base on lies
When my body isn't the reason a man acts nice
 
When I don't freeze from fear when a male is near
When I don't need to say thank you to a compliment I never wanted to hear
 
Maybe one man is the last man that women need to be scared of
Maybe one time outside will be the last time I wipe my tears off
 
Maybe one day they don't say my assaulter is one of the good guys
And then maybe, maybe, I have courage to look men back in the eyes