Don’t expect me to feel guilty having the morals of a man
Don’t expect me to feel ashamed when I’m doing the best I can
Don’t expect me to carry your burden while you cast the evil eye
Don’t call me friend to my face when you’re not at all my ally
Don’t smile at me with tight lipped politeness
with venomous fangs dripping with kindness
“Boys will be boys” and other lies told
The patriarchy I refuse to uphold
Release my power from that which holds back
Allow my anger! Encourage my wrath!
Temper me only when justice is served
Allowing peace the love deserved.
I love this!!! Right on the money, daughter! Love, mom
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