#MeToo

Fear has turned into anger and acceptance has diminished.
As the world opens up and ignorance still dictates,
the century-old questions prevail:

Sexually harassed? Skanky outfit.
Raped? Out when she shouldn't be.
Catcalled? A compliment.
Sexist remark? Oh loosen up, it's a joke!

A drunken phone call asking why you won't say yes.
A head to toe observation accompanied by a "mashallah."
Oops! a hand on your a** because it's too crowded.
Fixated eyes because GASP a bra strap!

A tiny percent tries to get a word in,
but the majority relentlessly and blissfully ignores.
You've elected a President who - let's not even go there.
You're proud of ousting a producer who,
among many others, should have been removed years ago.

You pray regularly yet insult the girl wearing sleeveless...
while staring at her with all your pervy might.
Use religion to "justify" your judge-y claims why don't you.

Universal knowledge: some men couldn't care less.
Why is it that women then are woman's greatest enemy?
Malala in jeans? Blasphemy!
Mahira Khan smoking? Shame!
Aap ka 25 saal ka beta smoking? "Bacha hai, London ki degree hai, naukri karta hai mera beta!"

Fuming and in tears (she's PMS-ing, she'll be fine)
I sit here thankful for every single woman and man
who have taught me what my rights are.

It's taken me a while but I'm here and ready.
Your ammo might be the norm but mine's a brain.

Thank you.
(Read: F**k you)