An Open Letter ...
To the man who thought he had the authority
To decide if I’m worthy or funny or pretty,
I’ve spoken to you twice in my entire life
So I’m not quite sure what gives you the right
To place a value on myself or my breasts,
But the way you express your opinion suggests
That you sit on a much higher throne than I do.
I guess it’s not your fault that nobody told you
That girls can decide who their bodies are for;
Whether it’s women or men, neither, either or.
Just because I started dating a woman,
You felt that my body was all of the sudden
Completely wasted and just as you said it,
“No guys even got to enjoy those tits.”
Well I hate to say it, but just because you
Weren’t one of those guys doesn’t make that true.
I’m sorry that you never got to sleep with me
But that doesn’t lessen the value of my body.
A man has rejected me more than once or twice
And I can’t even fathom telling those guys
That “their dick went to waste because I didn’t have it.
And since that’s the case, he’s basically worthless.”
Can you imagine just how absurd that would be?!
I don’t have to imagine because you said it to me.
These double standards are far too outdated
So let’s destroy them for future generations.
When I have a son, I’ll make sure to tell him
That he doesn’t decide the worth of a woman.
And I’ll show my daughter that she doesn’t get
To tell any man who he can or can’t date.
If somebody walks a different path than you
With their intentions pure and their heart true,
Then give them respect and freedom they deserve
Because you would want the same in return.
Putting me down doesn’t make you a man
And no one’s allowed to tell me who I can
Or cannot love, that choice is up to me.
And I got lucky with both genders in Jesse!
Okay, I’m sorry, that was poor taste in humor
But I get to choose what I write in my letter.
If you haven’t caught on, what I’m trying to say
Is that this is my life so get out of my way.