My right to go out at night is not your invitation to harass or follow me until all I feel is paralyzing fear of the darkness for all the lurking evils it both conceals and invites.
My right to voice my opinions is not your invitation to slander my name with spiteful, offensive words such as “feminazi” or any of many female-targeted curses.
My right to cover my body in my valued cultural layers is not your invitation to degrade, remove, or stigmatize my clothing.
My right to practice my religion is not your invitation to mock my practices and segregate me based on spite-filled, unmerited assumptions.
My right to protest institutions I see as unfair is not your invitation to verbally or physically abuse me to disparage my cause while inflating your half-strung ego.
My right to dance freely is not your invitation to dance on me, or with me, or against me without my consent.
My right to stay silent is not your invitation to shatter my silence, filling it with unwarranted, objectifying slurs and catcalls.
My right to work relentlessly for equal pay is not your invitation to take advantage of my struggles and coerce me into demoralizing labor as I work ten times as hard as my counterparts for a mere fraction of the salary.
My right to show my skin in shorts, crop tops, skirts, etc. is not your invitation to devalue my worth and extort my attire to justify your unjustifiable behavior.
My right to speak my mind is not your invitation to seal off my intellect with a patronizing kiss of closure by interrupting my thoughts and asserting your inherent supremacy with your condescending tone.
My right to love who I want is not your invitation to attack and discredit my emotions simply because they differ from your personal, inflexible beliefs.
My rights to be human are not your invitations to dehumanize me.