A generation who has mistaken sex for love. The idea that screwing is loving, when the factors are independent. Disillusioned to believe these words are interchangeable.

A generations in which girls who are called s***s are simply behaving in the matter you have conditioned your boys to behave.

Because as a woman I am supposed to be the living breathing epitome of sexual craving but if we follow our desires we have lost our allure. We have damned ourselves to the fiery pits of hell and locked ourselves in a box in which we are an object only to be used when you wish to get yourself off.

A generation in which we have taught girls how not to be  rape instead of teaching boys not to rape. We tell girls heads up, look like you are important

We tell girls keys between your knuckles make a good weapon

We tell girls always tell someone where you are going and when you will be home

We tell girls if he gets too handsy, pull his finger back so you have proof

We tell girls always watch your drinks

Because Alcohol condones his actions but condemns yours

A world in which my no can be deemed synthetic if my clothes are provocative or I giggle too much at your jokes. My clothes cannot tell you yes. Only my voice can. Consent is not sexy. Consent in mandatory

We have followed your orders knocked them off your list and yet we have become accustomed to your disbelief

Because we have seen too many girls violated and left with no justice. Publically humiliated on social media. With Jada and the victim of the Steubenville rape trials we stand. Because they were nice boys with promising sports careers, who could not rip at flesh

Their football careers receiving more acknowledgement than the atrocities they committed 

My sisters and brothers walking bearing the reminder that your boys in fact could

The survivors plagued with anxiety, OCD and depression when their perpetrators walk unscathed.

A generation in which we have learned simply saying no will not save us

Women have been murdered too many times for using the word no

Do not tell me to yell back at catcallers

When women have been murdered for doing the same

Because I have been photographed twice while walking home by men in cars  who thought that I had not noticed.

Because I have been almost kidnapped

Attempted luring while a mother and her child walked ten steps behind me

Not blinking an eye

Because a man in a cat starred at me, his body and hand moving in the motion of masturbation a crooked smile burning into my skin

Because you think telling me how telling me how you love red heads and spent all morning looking at pictures of girls like me is appropriate.

Because my stories are not uncommon.
And I am not overreacting for your actions have left me scared of trespassing on property I never thought would be a warzone.