Misogyny

It does not matter who this pertains to.  I do not have to wear a fake mustache and glasses.  Today I was given the gift of the knowledge that it*s not me.  I would have to change my gender, bind my chest, wear a codpiece (heaven forbid) to be seen in a different way.  No, thank you. Today I give thanks for knowledge particular and non-specific.  I hadn*t realized I was so worried about this.  In an odd way, finding out it is misogyny, pure and simple, is a relief.  Still wrong, of course, but a relief nonetheless.

Today I am alive

On the edges.

The news that a colleague

Pretty much hates

All women

Comes as

Amazing relief.

It is not just me.

It is not that specific kind

Of dislike

But hatred that

Even well-disguised

With a jolly manner

A smile plastered

Fake nose and glasses

Is still hatred of women

In general.

There is nothing I can do

About that.

There is nothing

I care to do

About that.

I am alive

On the edges.

I do not live in the orbit

My colleague

Circles in.

Fake nose and glasses.

There is enough to do

In other places

Outside the orbit.