Maybe I Sound Angry

I think what bothers me the most,

Is that you think I asked you to save me

Assuming I am a damsel in distress

Assuming that what I need is your stand up

Masculinity Morality

To straighten me out;

Smooth my hard and awkward edges.  

You are talking to the wrong girl.  

What you need

Is one of those blithe caricatures

Adorning the back of a cereal box.  

I say…

Put on your cape

And with your blunt, raging

Superman ego

Fly through the vacuous sky

And save that stupid bitch

From all other men

That are just like you.