well i wasn’t a feminist until i met you

the boys will always win because they have fists

and if we cry too hard, too much

they can shove them in our mouths

spit in our hair

trample our dreams

destroy things without consequence

fear a great fuel, a great devil they welcome

and tango with

fists are stronger than feelings because there is no time for such

distasteful, factless,

imaginary concepts

such wastes of space, such wastes of time