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and I eat men like air.
(And I will saw off my leg at the thigh
before I bend one womanly knee.)
Once I was beautiful. Now I am myself.
(Am I a sinner with my skirt on the ground?)
¿Todas las personas unidas?
¿Personas como mi violador?
(Yes, all men must die,
but we are not men.)
And I am queen of this summer hotel
or the laughing bee on a stalk
of death.
(And you shall be so lucky
To find a woman like me.)
If the first woman God ever made was strong enough
to turn the world upside down all alone, these women
together ought to be able to turn it back
and get it right side up again!
And now they asking us to do it, the men better let them.
(It is time for a feminism of the monstrous.)
Oh, you’re sorry. Boo hoo! Did you expect me to care?
(“Bring me the head of John the Baptist,”
says Kim Kardashian, and she earns $12 million
that year alone.
Her new book of beauty is called Selfish.)
This is for the Lilim,
because you forget that the next part after your co-opted icon
parts ways with Adam and goes her own way is
and she begat monsters,
and she becomes terrifying.
(We women. We don’t have forever.
Some of us don't have another week or another day.
We are very close to death. All women are.)
Someday I’m going to put a sword through your eye
and out the other side of your skull.
(“Or maybe he’ll bring me yours.”)

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