If I'm wearing a skirt,

That shows off my legs

And when I sit down,

You see a flash of something

Between them,

That doesn't give you the right

To have a second look,

Check your fuckin' privilege.

If I've drank too much alcohol,

And passed out next to you,

And your creepy fingers

Keep going up my thigh even after

A hundred "no's" that I can't

Seem to say anymore, it doesn't

Mean I've changed my answer;

It means the alcohol stopped

Me from talking,

Check your fuckin' privilege.

If I'm wearing fishnets,

And tall boots,

And you can see the

Beginnings of my thighs,

That's not an invitation for

You to get between them.

Check your fuckin' privilege.

Just because we did it once,

Doesn't mean I want to again.

Check your fuckin' privilege.

If we're dating and you

Decide we should take

The next step,

I have to agree.

I don't care that it

Was your first time,

It was mine too.

Check your fuckin' privilege.

If you can see my bra strap,

Or if my shirt is more transparent

In this light

That doesn't mean I'm showing

Off for you

Or that you have any right to

Explore further.

Check your fuckin' privilege.

Nothing I do will ever mean

I'm "asking for it"

Check your motherfucking privilege.

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