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A poem to the sexist brute
It ain’t nothin’ new
I’ve dealt with sad, pathetic men like you
You glare at me, flexin’ your chiseled jaw
Sittin’ up there lookin’ like Brett Kavanaugh
Dismissin’ me with your words, callin’ me “intense”
I didn’t ask for your two cents
Just what ’til you see what’s really inside
This vessel of motherhood, full of pride
Like I said, you ain’t nothin’ new
Sexism and gender bias, like you,
Will soon be in the past, under the tread of my boot
Where all of you belong, every last brute
