Mens' Logic At Work

I think it's kind of sad,

and honestly,

it's really very bad.

The words, and harassment

women deal with

from disrespectful, hurtful, and perverted lads.

They analyze our tits

and don't look into our eyes.

But they say it's all just ok

because

"that's just guys."

And if we can't deal with it,

we are obviously the ones

who are not okay.

And so, thus--

their behavior, still,

continues through,

for all the work day.

It's almost time for break.

And they're still at it.

The Men ask the women to sweep and clean,

because it's more of a domestic job,

'a woman's job'

And then when we bend over

to get under the counter with the broom,

the men at work, stare at

and reach out and pat at it.

We try to confront them,

they say "I'm sorry"

but they keep doing it.

And they swear each time,

"I didn't mean to; it was just an accident"

But it still continues,

and their patterns, too.

They, once again,

make a comment

on a woman's small tits

whose order they took,

right in the drive-thru.

Dealing with all this

gets real old, real quick.

These straight guys are perverted,

and it's really quite sick.

when we snap, from all the stress

of dealing with the se problems

of men making a point to point out the woman

for too much, for too long,

They tell us that we are the ones

with an attitude,

and that isn't helping --

t0 go home,

to clock out,

to quit our job,

because we don't belong.

They tell us that we, the women,

are the ones who are really wrong.

It's all,

"we wouldn't say it if you hadn't been standing right there."

"If women have curves or wear bling we are just asking for

attention to be drawn down there

right to our round derriere"

Never mind that consent should be given in words

-- orally -- and no that doesn't just mean a type of sex.

Don't twist our words all the time to mean what you intend with them.

Not verbally,

but just by wearing the clothes that we are,

they claim that they can read minds and say that we really are.

If they get us pregnant,

the guy starts to claim that OBVIOUSLY she's a slut,

and it's someone else did it.

Like, because there's a hole that he got into, he thinks other people have at that same time he conceived.

it's either that, or we don't understand,

because a woman doesn't know what she goes through,

or at least, not like a man can.

And if we ask them,

How do you know what we're going through better than we do?

What is your proof? They say:

"Well, because I'm a man."

Not that this statement has any evidence,

proof of what is going on in the woman at all,

or anything factual that takes studying to understand.

But to the man, it is an acceptable response to this dilemma.

If a woman has feelings,

she just has to "deal with it."

But if a man has feelings---

a woman still has to "just deal with it."

Usually expressed in anger, raised voices or fists.

Which in turn, creates more feelings

with which we just have to deal with.

It's a constant vicious cycle

where the man just does whatever he wants,

and the woman just has to take on an insurmountable mountain of responsibility.

For me, for my family,

for my ex, for my boss

for him,

for the perverts,

in the drive thru,

for the woman he's doing

all of these things to,

for her reaction to him,

when she's angry and far from being pleased.

and for his rudeness when he ignores our boundaries,

requests and pleas.

When it's way too much,

and we bawl our eyes out

Because unlike they tell us to,

it's not something we can just "let go of"

or "shake off"

It's not something you can just bounce back from

or get over.

it's not like that child's game

Roll Over, Red Rover.

No -- we can't just roll over, Red Rover....

Have they ever rolled over red rover and stopped their demeaning

sexual harassment and talk towards women, and rolled over to become a more respectful man?

Then why do we have to roll over and just let it slide,

while they never did so and while they can still

"just be a man"?

It's as unshakeable as an infestation of fleas.

When dogs get these, it requires prescribed medication,

and visits to the vet,

plus countless baths,

for our poor, infested pets.

It is also a treatment they cannot just give themselves alone.

Sometimes it takes having an ally.

Asking for help

or asking the question:

How do I deal with all of this

to a counselor over the phone.

And still,

sometimes "no one has the answers"

And we are seemingly stuck dealing with all of this

by ourselves --

so very, very and utterly, all alone.

I don't mean to continue to rant all day

throughout this poem.

but it's how I decided to respond

after hearing the endless sexual harassment talk,

from my coworkers all day,

as he and his fellow counterparts

continue to harass, bother, bully and drone.