Who decided that we liked being called bitch?
How do you write out your anger
and your positive alternatives
and your understanding
and the vulnerability that comes from learning to be afraid to walk to the supermarket alone.
And the hurt that grows from feeling that that’s just the way it has to be?
How do you scream out the love you have for living your own life?
How do you articulate the subtle frustration that mounts
when you swallow someone else’s ignorance?
when you answer to girl and
flirt to get that advantage you’ll need to make a change.