I am afraid.

I’m afraid of women pulling a knife at me, and society telling me I must have deserved it.

I’m afraid of getting more jail time for the same crime comparing to women.

I’m afraid I will get raped in prison and never be considered a rape victim.

I’m afraid of women hitting me, and than police arresting me for domestic violence.

I’m afraid that they will take me at gun point to fight in a war to protect the women.

I’m afraid of dying while working, as 9 out 10 workplace deaths are male.

I’m afraid of woman sexually harassing me, and than being laughed at.

I’m afraid that women will take my children away.

I’m afraid of getting convicted for rape for having consensual sex after we had a few drinks.

I’m afraid I will be forced to pay for the woman after she gets bored of marriage.

I’m afraid of my son being stuffed with Ritalin for being more energetic than the girls.

I’m afraid of him getting expelled from school for standing up to a bully.

I’m afraid of feminists trying to ban peeing while standing up.

I’m afraid of kindergartens taking away toy trucks because boys like them better. (google it)

I’m afraid of dying of prostate cancer which gets less than half money for research than breast cancer.

I’m afraid to walk alone at night cause I might get raped.

I’m afraid to put my drink down at a party.

I’m afraid if I leave my pepper spray at home I’m making myself a victim.

I’m afraid that i will be arrested or shot because i am Indian or Pakistani or wear a turban or am of a certain skin tone.

I’m afraid once i have kids all I will be is a baby caring unit and no longer seen as an individual.

I’m afraid I wont be seen as anything but my physical body and that my opinions wont matter.

I’m afraid that if I wear a shirt that’s too plunging someone might think its an invitation to feel me up.

I’m afraid that I wont have autonomy over my body because a group of old men know whats best for me and my sexual health.

I’m afraid for the DAY I have kids, because I’m going to have to teach them about brass knuckles and how to get out of a dreadful situations.

I’m afraid that my kids and their will be afraid.

– Poetbabu