10 Commandments

The Commandments of I, Saffiyah Khan

Thou shalt not listen to Prince Buster

Or any other man offering kindly advice

In masses of my own conduct

You may call me a feminazi or a femoid

And then see if I give a stinking shit

Pseudo-intellectuals on the internet

They tell me I'm unhappy because

I'm not feminine

Failing to consider that I may be unhappy because it's 3 a.m

And I'm in the depths of Youtube watching them whining

Thou may catcall me on the street

But thou should take note that I'll catcall you right back

To tell you that you look pretty sexy too in your joggers

Or your suit

Or your new-found look of confusion

Girls should not turn on each other

Or use man-made ideal like paths

Don't you realize that you're only making a fool of yourself

When you ask, "Why don't you wear make-up?"

Is that what it takes to impress a bloke whose brain is made up of

Promises of curvy size-zeros

And anti-gravity tits

Thou shalt not tell a girl she deserved it because her skirt was too short

She walked home, streetlights illuminating her as a target

But she started it, because she look at him

And he finished it, 'cause he wanted to

And they'll bring out her skirt as "Exhibit A" before the judge

And she should have the right to say

"Thou shalt not tell me what to wear nor how to wear it"

I shall not be the icing on your cake

And I shall not be the candy on your arm

But I shall be seen

And I will be heard

The Commandments of I, Saffiyah Khan

Pseudo-intellectuals