well, that patronizing downward chin waggle scrape me off the bottom of your manolos look you are glasscutting across the room at me
doesn’t really speak much of
doesn’t really define
Why do we topple our sisters?
Why does a woman look at another woman
in That Way?
You know the one….
the one only another woman recognizes as a challenge
a gauntlet thrown down
but instead of an armored glove
a freakishly plucked eyebrow
tilted in your obviously inferior direction
often accompanied by a viciously sharpened tongue…
Who does it profit when a woman grinds another one down?
Distributing shame should never be a condiment…
and that ladder you clamber up so forcefully
should never be made of the leftover pieces
of people you have broken.
Let that prescription for venom lapse
file down those claws.
Pack away the hurdles, the flags, the glossy posters for the pettiness race:
lets all quit
lets all boycott
A woman’s heart is never indestructible, it never feels things differently
just because its not yours
and scars still feel the pain
long after they fade…