Don’t pull my hair
And slap me with a silly grin
That’s called assault, not flirting
No one is owed intimacy
Bodies aren’t land to be conquered
Touch without consent is an invasion
Boys are only boys
When no one calls them out
We all know the subtle cues of pain
Girls understand civil behavior
Why are men allowed explosive emotion
As women suppress their tears
Guys don’t like these new rules
Maybe time for some castration laws
Maybe dicks can be public property, too.
Elizebeth Turnquist 
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