2018

2018, A Poem

By: Briana Carlesimo

My worth is not dependent
On the boobs across my chest.
You cannot base my money
On my kitten heels and dress.

You cannot interrupt me
Just because you have a thought.
I know this might sound crazy,
But my silence can’t be bought.

I do not march for exercise
As per your last request.
And when my kid gets hungry
You might have to see my breast.

Life or death is easy
When the body isn’t yours.
And after work you best believe
You’re helping with the chores.

The theory that we all hate men
Is really just made up.
But if you try to cross the line,
I’ll tell you this: Time’s Up.

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