I do not think you’re beautiful anymore
In fact I hope that when you see this
My words jump out from this page
And strangle you.
Why did you write me a poem and leave me?
I hope that when you see this
My words come alive
And rip you apart.
How dare you talk about woman empowerment?
Yet you refuse to acknowledge my femininity
Is it because I love woman and suddenly that makes me a man?
You’re disrespectful; I hope that when you see this
The words transform into an AK47
And shoot you in the spine
You never used your backbone anyway.