What are you good at?

I am hijacking this prompt. Another ego-based prompt? No thank you.

This poem is dedicated to all of the men out there who think the space I take up in the world is theirs in which to encroach upon.

Who do you think you are?

All of you

None of you

Were invited

I don’t want to hear any niceties

Any hello, I miss you

Stop thinking about me

Stop writing about me 

Stop talking about me

Stop contacting me

Stop showing up

Stop

All of you

There is nothing for you here

I am not Mother Fucking Teresa

I am not always nice

I will show no mercy

When I sense a threat

I don’t want to know you

I want to forget

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