Poetry by Rowan Evans

Oh, you’re a feminist, huh?
Shuddup, Feminist™—
stop waiting for a gold star
just because you believe women deserve the same rights.
You’re just the white-knight hero
with a keyboard and a coffee shop membership.

You post your virtue
like it's an Instagram caption—
#FeminismForEveryone
except when it's inconvenient for your fragile ego.

You say "I support women,"
but have you ever given up space
in a conversation you dominate
or asked her what she really needs
instead of handing her your unsolicited "help"?

You tweet "empowerment,"
but you’ll cross the street to avoid it
when it means being allies to women of color
or trans women with stories you’re scared to listen to.

You clap back at mansplaining,
but still ask her to explain why she’s so emotional
when she stands up for herself.
You march for rights,
then silence her voice when she asks for a seat at the table.

Oh, but you care about women's issues—
until a woman dares challenge your "perfect feminism"
with her lived experience.
Don’t let your fragile pride
be the real fight you’re avoiding.

You preach equality,
but when was the last time you gave up power
just for the hell of it?
Feminism’s not about you,
it’s about listening, not talking over her.

You say “But I’m a good guy”—
good, but you're still a part of the problem,
dodging accountability behind a slogan.
Don’t hide behind the “I’m a feminist” card
when it’s just another way
to keep the power without the responsibility.

Shuddup, Feminist™—
You’re not a savior,
you’re just a tourist in the movement.
Put down the hashtagand pick up some real change.