As a woman, you’re taught
To speak frankly, but not too loud
Consequences for girls are worse
So I learned
To whisper in a roar
And when I cried, I showed nobody
Using the tears as fertilizer
For my wild garden
I am not a person who believes cruel answers anything
why ruin someone just because you can? As a punchline?
once I was called ‘too nice’ and I am often referred to as ‘sweet’
which are probably both gentle character assassinations
I admit it is not so great being a gentle soul, because people admire
bitches, sarcasm, sass, verve (is that still a word?), spite, caustic(ism) and other
signs someone is strong, because if you are cruel
you are seen as hip in this society
even my neighbor likes it when we shoot the shit and she gets that
glassy-eyed affection for tearing people down and asks me all slurred and heady
why I never slag people off for fun
like it’s the equivalent of BBQ and book club
we covet the beast and drown the babe
when did being wicked get so hot?
Vanity Fair? Pride & Prejudice? Beowolf? The Bible?
I would if I could
to an island where
being kind wasn’t seen as boring
compassion wasn’t a character flaw
empathy was the dish du jour
(and you could still have a bloody mary before 4pm
come on, I never ran for saint-hood)
would it get tedious?
I don’t see why
I spend most of my life
plucking the back draft from others snide remarks
out of my fender and wondering when
it became such a thing to be an asshole
so much so we elected Presidents standing for rot
as if we need any more meanness in this world
is it the fall of Rome, Babel, or just the Kardashian?
something isn’t right here and I’d like
to get the fuck out now please