I don’t know how
(some)
women do it —
I see you out there
(tumblr, Face­book, twit­ter, lj)
— you are as vir­u­lent, vicious, outraged
(hurt)
as I feel by this end­less parade,
this daily offence, this unrelenting
(drip drip drip)
stac­cato of dis­missal, dis­ap­proval, dismay

(and yet)

you per­sist
you are end­lessly nice, kind
(tact­ful)
face to face
in the face of it
faced with no other option it seems
and so you
(pass)
get away with it

(seethe quietly)

while I
name names
take no prisoners
call it like I see it
do not suffer fools
(am difficult)
(act like a man)

i don’t know how
women do it