That's What She Said (a feminist poem)
That's What She Said

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A poem about that stupid phrase that men and boys always say.

That's What She Said (a feminist poem)

“That’s what she said!” Some manboy cries,

“That’s what she said!” Some manboy cries, And all around the sound Of howling laughter winds;

“That’s what she said!” Some manboy cries, And all around the sound Of howling laughter winds; Animalistic competition Twists me like a clock;

“That’s what she said!” Some manboy cries, And all around the sound Of howling laughter winds; Animalistic competition Twists me like a clock; I’m wounded, overwound I need you to hear me now:

“That’s what she said!” Some manboy cries, And all around the sound Of howling laughter winds; Animalistic competition Twists me like a clock; I’m wounded, overwound I need you to hear me now: I need uncoiled release But what I get instead Is, “That’s what she said!”

Oh, so you can hear me now?

Oh, so you can hear me now? Because the other day In that narrow doorway

Oh, so you can hear me now? Because the other day In that narrow doorway When I asked you to move And you just deafly leered

Oh, so you can hear me now? Because the other day In that narrow doorway When I asked you to move And you just deafly leered And standing in the door - (Your trousers to attention) -

Oh, so you can hear me now? Because the other day In that narrow doorway When I asked you to move And you just deafly leered And standing in the door - (Your trousers to attention) - Asked me if I wanted Your affection or your bed

Oh, so you can hear me now? Because the other day In that narrow doorway When I asked you to move And you just deafly leered And standing in the door - (Your trousers to attention) - Asked me if I wanted Your affection or your bed And I said, “You’re f——d in the head!” And you said, “That’s what she said…”

Oh, so you can hear me now?

Oh, so you can hear me now? Last week you yawped Across the yard

Oh, so you can hear me now? Last week you yawped Across the yard And praised my bits, My legs and bum,

Oh, so you can hear me now? Last week you yawped Across the yard And praised my bits, My legs and bum, Like I was a pedigree bitch, Or object of your fun,

Oh, so you can hear me now? Last week you yawped Across the yard And praised my bits, My legs and bum, Like I was a pedigree bitch, Or object of your fun, Well this bitch bites back, hun! I won’t roll over, plead or beg

Oh, so you can hear me now? Last week you yawped Across the yard And praised my bits, My legs and bum, Like I was a pedigree bitch, Or object of your fun, Well this bitch bites back, hun! I won’t roll over, plead or beg Or let you tickle my tum, While you stop dead And whisper, “That’s what she said…”

So you can hear me now?

So you can hear me now? The other day, When I asked for that promotion

So you can hear me now? The other day, When I asked for that promotion And you tapped the gilded sign On the boys’ club And pointed at the ceiling’s glassy sheen

So you can hear me now? The other day, When I asked for that promotion And you tapped the gilded sign On the boys’ club And pointed at the ceiling’s glassy sheen That I screamed down And showered us in crystal screen;

Hysterical, you called me -

Hysterical, you called me - That word is Greek for “uterus”; And I’m growing such disaffection for you

Hysterical, you called me - That word is Greek for “uterus”; And I’m growing such disaffection for you Deep inside me, Deep between my legs - Whilst you sneer, “That’s what she said…”

So you can hear me now?

So you can hear me now? Tonight you crossed the road To follow me a while, alone,

So you can hear me now? Tonight you crossed the road To follow me a while, alone, And I pretended to be talking on my phone And you pretended that you hadn’t heard me

So you can hear me now? Tonight you crossed the road To follow me a while, alone, And I pretended to be talking on my phone And you pretended that you hadn’t heard me When I told you no

So you can hear me now? Tonight you crossed the road To follow me a while, alone, And I pretended to be talking on my phone And you pretended that you hadn’t heard me When I told you no And let me go

And I would rather every man should know

And I would rather every man should know Should get it through their head That words are deeds undone

And I would rather every man should know Should get it through their head That words are deeds undone And words are used to show Us how to think, And when you play

Your tribalistic game of brinkmanship,

Your tribalistic game of brinkmanship, Your who-can-gross-out-most oneupmanship,

Your tribalistic game of brinkmanship, Your who-can-gross-out-most oneupmanship, Then hide behind, “I’d never do it!” jests,

Your tribalistic game of brinkmanship, Your who-can-gross-out-most oneupmanship, Then hide behind, “I’d never do it!” jests, Guess what?

Your tribalistic game of brinkmanship, Your who-can-gross-out-most oneupmanship, Then hide behind, “I’d never do it!” jests, Guess what? “That’s what 𝘩𝘦 said…”

~Thank you so much for reading this ~It wasn't my intention to offend anyone by it and I'm sorry if I did ~I'm just sick of hearing boys hide behind these words and this was all I could think to do about it... ~@SecretGeek

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