I wrote this poem in 2019 when I got into a fight with a friend because he was cruel to one of my friends. After this fight, we didn’t talk for 2 years but we ended up reconnecting in the summer of this year.

Control myself, he said
As I called out his misogyny
His fragile ego couldn’t handle
hard truths thrown at him
He thinks that he has a license to offend
Because of the organ between his legs
and the pale color of his skin-
He thinks that I’m wrong
for not sitting still and silent
He thinks that I have no right
to stand up for myself
Control myself, he said
and “fuck off” I reply to him
you won’t even be able
to control a woman like me-