Why don’t you do anything in real life?
Why don’t you speak up for what’s right?
Why don’t you help women who need it most
Instead of tweeting and posting and posing and blocking
Surely this isn’t the only
You have in your life.
Surely you have not been asked to shut up
And shut down and shit on
For asking your own family
For your rights.
Packed away, like a commodity.
To the highest bidder.
Before it’s too late.
Before you are free
Before they see you come home after 8 PM
Before you realize you are not incomplete
Before you start speaking up for what you want and not what you should
And before your words seep into your soul and you are no longer clay to be molded
Before you start thinking it’s safe to say the words out loud that you used to type online.