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Playing with the title Boy’s Club

I’ve found my voice
stuttered and stopped,
the misogyny in your
words eliciting
surprise; the condescending
tone is thick,
and your overweight frame makes
me curl my lip in disgust as you
stare insolently at my chest.
Haven’t you figured out I’m the
storm
you try to conjure?
Your vain attempts to
subdue, conceal, suppress
only prove my
strength, power, courage.