Boys Will Be Boys

You were a boy,

I was a girl,

And “boys will be boys”

Or so I’ve been told.

While you were just playing

All through my endless no’s,

I had to grow up;

I wasn’t a kid anymore.


You see what they don’t tell you

About what that phrase really means,

Is girls pay the price

While the boys stay carefree.

Children play with toys,

And for you that was me.

You took what you wanted

Despite my teary plea.


You stole my innocence,

Then you cast it aside.

My dignity was next

All the while I cried:

“Stop! Please, this isn’t what I want.”

It was the price that I paid

For you to stay young.


And in that moment I swear

I felt myself grow old.

Suddenly, I knew what it meant

To live in this world.

To be a woman is to be nothing:

An “it” or a “that.”

Reduced to an object,

We’re dolls for you to look at.


Our humanity is taken.

We have to mature too soon

Because the boys are protected

While we are battered and bruised.

But enough is enough,

They need to grow up too.

No more excuses.

It’s time this is through.


This culture that we’ve built

Needs to come to an end.

It shouldn’t matter what I drank or wore,

It should matter what I said.

It’s time you respect women,

We are not your toys.

I am a human being,

To hell with “boys will be boys.”


Learn more about Sexual Assault Awareness Month:

Sexual Assault Awareness Month

Sexual Assault Hotlines:

National Domestic Violence Hotline: 1-800-799-SAFE (7233)  or chat online with an advocate at

National Sexual Assault Hotline: 1-800-656-HOPE (4673)


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