Broken, unspoken

Battered and shattered

Beat up—written off

Abused, confused

I wander this world

Rebuked and refused

Men make advances

Fathers take advantage

The world crushes the weak

On the wheels of progress.

Women take control

Mother, don’t lose hope

The world can’t exist without us.


I thought I was a hard-ass bitch.
But I was really just a big, soft, white marshmallow
Melting into a pile of cream at the first signs of fire.

A hard-ass bitch is cold.
Stone and steel.

No crying when the war is won.
No crying when the day is done.
She cleans her knife and sharpens the blade for the next bloody morning.

So, no.
I’m not a hard-ass bitch.
I’m just a cranky piece of fluff–
All bark and no bite.

I mean, I’m mean.
I spit.
I kick.
I scream.
I duck and stick.
I fight dirty and I punch you in the gut, ribs, kidneys, moneymaker, babymaker, heart.

Am I wrong?

A hard-ass bitch cleans up the mess, scorched-earth insurance policy.
She doesn’t look back, she doesn’t change a thing.
The difference between me and a hard-ass bitch?

I exist.
I resist.
I persist.
Or I grab and twist. (LOL)