Don't believe just watch

You call me out, 

But why?

You say nasty things that pierce my ears with hurt,

But for no reason. 

I can be the best at a sport, and be picked last,

All due to the fact that I'm a woman.

"Go make me a sandwich; you belong in the kitchen,"

I can take those words like a man,

But when it is said to you, "you're to scrawny to be a man,"

You act like a woman, shy and embarrassed.

Must this war of hate go on?

You're like a sly snake that slithers slyly around my neck, strangling me so i can't

speak.

What is done, is done,

What is said is said,

So now this road must come to an end.

We hate what is done to us,

So why do it to others?