I’m saying things,
But you don’t hear me,
It’s not that you don’t understand,
You just don’t want to hear it.
It’s not my fault,
That my opinion doesn’t match yours,
Or that I was born a woman,
But you ignoring me, is your fault.
I don’t even know that you realise,
How invisible you can make me feel,
With your white male privilege,
That you claim you don’t have.
It’s bad enough I have to endure this,
Out in the real world,
But I expected more from friends,
Who have been outcast too.
This is meant to be a safe place,
Free from attack or judgement,
Yet you still treat me like I’m less than,
And my opinion just doesn’t count.
I might as well be screaming,
For all you seem to notice me,
Because I will never give up fighting,
I just didn’t expect to have to fight you too.