Poem -

Oh men

Oh men

Oh Men,
All I want to do is cry
and you will never understand why
you will never have this pain
because men and women justĀ aren't the same

Oh Men,
You will never be catcalled when you walk down the street
you will never have to work twice as hard only to master the same feat
that the other gender did with ease
you say you understand and we say please

Oh Men,
The best thing to do is pleaseĀ just listen
you have to trust our gut because if you don't then a harassmentĀ problem will then have arisenĀ 
Never tell me I'm wrong when I say he's a creep
because he wants meĀ in bed but not just to sleep

Oh Men,
I understandĀ its hard to grasp something you've never overcome
but "being dramatic" has been the savior of some
Ladies, we know that our gut is right
so when we get that hint its fight or flight

Oh Men,
us women were born with intuition
so please just next time shut up and listen
no, it's not so we can gossip or "watch the kids"
its so we can sense a mans intentionsthat to you were hid

*Disclaimer: I wrote this poem because oftentimes men don't realize that God gave us intuition and we are supposed to trust it so we can tell when a man is trying to sexually assault us. This poem was in no way against men but merely for them. Thank you!

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Dan Ferem

Interesting poem...educational for me...good read.Ā 

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