I am–but damn I try hard not to be–
I am yet anotha girl manipulated into—cornered into enabling your male privileged ass
That one who doesn’t need to plan or compromise on
I have tried, man have I tried to draw a clear line, thick enough to separate continents,
You step right over it regularly as if it doesn’t even exist.
So I am yet anotha female in the ocean of females who surround you, encircling you, spoiling you
The ones you abuse and throw out the window when daylight hits.
And even though, I yearn to not be in that enabling orbit of women who worship you, bending over backwards so you have it all,
Just anotha girl perpetuating that never ending, infuriating circle.