and you might as well be laughing at yourself.
I, for one, refuse to offer company
to jokes that are not funny.
I do not have to smile.
If your joke is based on sex or race,
I will not.
If you smile after telling it,
I will cite that it is inappropriate,
especially for the workplace.
Like, fucking DUH.
My deliberate non-participation is greater than defiance.
This is righteous to me, and every generation
that has suffered inequity.
Women are not made to be kind, sweet objects.
In some instances it serves us, and has.
But I am powerful and strong,
and do not need the affection of men to sustain me.
The men who mistake this
are often the same ones
who believe favor can be won in compliments
They do not seem to know that flattery
does not phase me.
They must be too stupid to observe,
as I meet patronizing with the condescension that it is.
I do not care of his judgment against me
as moody or mean.
I have no responsibility to make him feel
And I show neither remorse