What if today, I decided to quit my first job? This woman job I’m judged on every day.
What if I didn’t even bother to look clean, coifed, or dress in an “attractive” way?
What if I let myself get fat? Really fat? And then told you my important plans.
What if I said what I Know about life, what I See, and what the people around me are Really Doing?
What if I intimidated those less powerful, by bullying, belittling, and punishing every chance I got? What about vengeance? What if I wielded it to the cheers of the crowd?
What if I tried to impress you by my conquests, my possessions, my power? Would you listen then?
What if I demanded respect for my clear and present danger? And threatened you if you weren’t scared? Would you grandly stand to my call? Would you get my message?
What if I paraded my trophy men, the firmest, finest, the best dressed and the most wildly demure? What if this tantalized you to desire and further designate my greatness?
What if I grabbed, and guffawed, and grossly handled as many of you and your possessions as I could, because that’s what winners do? Would you raise me up? Would you find it “refreshing?”
What if I didn’t care if my resounding voice was ugly to the rest of the world? What if others could only whisper about me, because if they talked, something terrible would befall them?
What if I said it like it is? Always. Only “IS” according to my own whimsy?
What would you judge me on: My demeanor, or my message?
Would you care about my style, or my substance?
Would you attack me? Be horrified? Would it matter, because I had already WON?
I am a woman. And see it like it is. Needing not intimidate or berate because my kind evolves beyond it.
The rules of the job: kind, quiet, pretty, relatable, wide-eyed, and get admired or reviled via the eyes of the beholder. Those beholders who say they own the important plans.
I’m the kind that is oft shut up because of faults on these appeal lines. The lines drawn by the Winner’s eyes. Quit your first job and die, they threaten.
Perhaps we’d be wiser to stop sidelining, or abusing, or forcing silly edifices on
The ones who have our number.
Perhaps we’d better notice
That a take-down of a powerful one of my kind
Does not improve life for anyone else.
Beware confusion of the stupid, who have forgotten from whence they came.
(They will remember).
They hate themselves, which is why they would hate me: A Powerful Woman who quits the job of Patriarchy.
have a nice day,
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