There’s no point to a guy yelling, “Hey sexy baby” at me out of the passenger window of a car as it speeds past. Even if I was into creepy misogynists and wanted to give him my number, I couldn’t. The car didn’t even slow down. But that’s okay, because he wasn’t actually hitting on me. The point wasn’t to proposition me or chat me up. The only point was to remind me, and all women, that our bodies are his to stare at, assess, comment on, even touch. “Hey sexy baby” is the first part of a sentence that finishes, “this is your daily message from the patriarchy, reminding you that your body is public property”.


Don’t blame me cause you got caught
You’ve given me up, you’ve taken everything I got
Those lies came straight from your mouth
I never dreamed that you would be a sellout
Only you know
Don’t use me as your last crutch
I’ve taken you in, I’ve trusted you way too much
Don’t wear me around your wrist
You should’ve thought it through before you blew it
Same day, same life, different person
Your ghost, my pride, perfect
Don’t hate me for what you got
I’ve given you love, given you way too much thought
Don’t shame me for sinking the ship
You’re a hopeless liar and a hypocrite