Dear Man,
I’m tired of feeding your insatiable ego.
I’m tired of
massaging your relentless vanity.
I’m tired of
being the microscope you need in-order-to see:
Your
shrunken masculinity, inflated.
Your tiny
dick, enlarged.
Your poor
achievements, overrated.
I’m tired of being the
dark empty backdrop, against which only you can shine.
I’m tired of
making myself smaller, so you can feel bigger.
Pretend I’m
weak, so you can feel strong.
I’m tired of
lowering my expectations.
I’m tired of
tolerating your insecurities and pride.
I’m tired of
accommodating you.
Agreeing
with you
Forgiving
you.
Indulging
you.
Prioritizing
you.
Catering to
you.
Favoring
your opinion.
Glorifying
your Damn Mother.
I’m tired,
man..
I’m tired of
your shit..
You’re just
not worth it.
