Server’s Hands

I hold you in my hand and

Place you in my heart

You’ve always stayed there

If only I had been smart

And less naive 

And fucking grateful

My heart has teeth 

My feet are shredded 

My brain needs a lobotomy 

Or is it better to be beheaded

Like Katherine Howard

You’re not alone, Poor Thing

Women can’t be empowered 

In 2024? Don’t be silly

Be quiet and a doormat

For your mother, really

You don’t matter

Keep the peace 

Serve her little men with platters

Better not complain 

Wipe their asses

You’re ridiculous for feeling pain

How awful it is to be a man

How awful to be held accountable

Where are we? Begin, began

I look down at my hands

Creased and worn and old

No one understands 

After all these years 

All I have are empty server’s hands