Because it makes me sick 

I refuse to write poetry

About the men who have called me a cunt

Just because I didn’t pay them attention

Or stood up to tell them, “this is wrong.”

Long story short

I don’t stand up anymore

I stay in my corner

With my three good friends

and the door tightly shut

Its better to understand

References gotten

To love and be loved

Than to be out there,

 among them

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