what's wrong with us?

As a little girl we were always told to believe that if a boy picked on you he liked you,
What a messed up thing to teach such a fragile mind,
They say sticks and stones break bones but the truth is words do much more,
They echo around the room at 1am during a thunderstorm,
Bursts of lightening illuminating the tears as you try to forget,
As girls we are brought up to allow boys to do what they want,
To hurt us with their words,
Parts of their body that should remain sacred until the time is right are thrown at us,
But we should accept it right?
After all they like us,
If we say no they make us feel in the wrong,
Like we have no say over our own body and mind,
Our own decisions,
In school I got told I was fridged,
All because I ran when a boy tried to touch my bum,
The teachers ignored it and told me boys will be boys,
This led to me being bullied my entire school life,
Is this really how we should be teaching our children to be treated? 
Like a piece of meat on a shelf just waiting for the day a hungry male picks us up and does what he wishes,
Flocking around us like we're some sort of prey,
Picking at our insecurities to allow themselves an entrance hole,
This is not how we should be raising our children,
We should not be teaching them to accept the pain given to them unwillingly,
But rather to blossom into strong independent creatures,
Who flourish in the positivity of others,
Not to cower away in the shadows