Sunday, 9 April 2017

poetry 2017 / 052

So Done with your Bullshit.

Just shut the fuck up.
Seriously, dude, chill.
I don't give a monkey's
about your while male patriarchal privilege
and your holier-than-thou
'if you go by population numbers.'
When you've walked a mile in my stilettoes
and been refused entry to a club
until you've shown the bouncer your genitals
I might listen to your point of wank.
But until then
you can just shut the fuck up.

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