Tired


i am so tired
of hearing people say
“what are you, a girl?”

i am tired of my gender
being used synonymously
with weak,
with stupid,
with untalented,
with not enough.

i am tired of the men
that do not make eye contact,
that treat me as if i’m invisible
when another man is present.

i am tired
of every cat-caller,
every whistler,
every “hey come here”
that’s made me wish i could dissolve.

i am tired
of looking in to cars,
always hyper-aware of my surroundings.

do not tell me i am paranoid.
do not tell me it’s in my head.
i’ve got the raised arms
of every woman i know,
and the dark circles under my eyes,
to prove to you how tired i really am.

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