today, a toast:
a toast to all things woman.
a glass to raise that's filled with
secrets, silence, self-deprecation,
subservience. a glass
that bubbles with the void we fill,
the vaccuum of other people's lives.
raised with a quiet hand,
obediantly following the path
that's set before. raised
with a slow retort,
a years-long complaint of
ill-treatment and lovesickness.
today, a toast:
a toast to all things woman.
a toast to violent nights
in creaking beds, to men that say
you're fat, you're ugly, you're dumb.
an acknowledgement of
all straits female:
a monthly disruption of selfless
service, a daily discharge
of self-hatred through
someone else's words.
today, a toast:
a toast to all things woman.
today, a weak smile
and weaker thoughts;
tonight, a revenge wreaked
in finality, a voice that calls
to sisters and mothers and daughters
for different futures, for
contemporary change.
and tomorrow, a lackluster glass
raised, tiny ego bubbles breaking,
to all things woman.