Tell me a rape joke.
Please.
I would love to hear about women and children’s and men’s pain be turned into something “funny” because your ignorant little mind cannot process the fact that children’s sense of self are being ripped away from soulless monsters who think they aren’t doing anything bad?
I would love to hear how you don’t think that rape is a problem, but instead a source for your entertainment.

Please.
Tell me a racist joke.
Tell me how the oppression of a race that you deem to be less than you is funny.
Tell me about your “hilarious” systematic oppression about the generations of people who have tried to escape the grasp from people like you for millions of years.

Please.
Tell me a sexist joke.
I love hearing about how I belong in the kitchen.
And how my rightful place is to serve hairy, oversexed, men just because the said so.
Tell me how I am only a human being when you permit it.

Tell me.
If your “jokes” are only words then why are you so offended when I call you a racist?
I mean they’re just words!
Like the time you called my race “nothing but dirty mexicans who should go back from where they come from”

You’re mad because I called you a sexist pig?
What about the time you told me that women are insignificant and are only on this earth to serve men because they are superior?

Tell me
Do my words hurt you?
Do your insides turn like the spinning chaos of a tornado?
Does it feel like my words are throwing knives and you are playing russian roulette?

Tell me do you feel a volcano bubbling, waiting to erupt inside of you because me calling you out on your bigotry and ignorance makes you angry?
Do you feel your veins boiling like hot water?
Does it make you want to rip off my head?

Tell me
why are you mad?
I mean.. they’re just words
…right?