I no longer have to worry about society’s idea of my body
I have a woman’s shape at last
I no longer have to worry about society’s ideas about my upbringing
I have escaped the indoctrination of grade school
And found myself in the suffocating debt of education
Though I do have to worry about society’s ideas for my educated mouth
And society’s expectation of my subdued sitting in a corner with a sweet smile
while the men run free in unoriginal yet carefully planned out cunning banter for each current event.
I should nod and smile but that is it. I should sit and look pretty while
He racks up conversational karma
while his belly swells with social justice and his voice cracks with self diagnosed western victory
I have many sly smirks reserved for my seat in the center of the room.
I don’t slap with my hands.