I want to be unlikable.

I want to take up space

like I was never told to shrink.

I want to speak

without smiling.

Say “no”

without explanation.

Walk into rooms

without softening

for anyone’s comfort.

I want to laugh too loud.

Wear red to funerals.

Interrupt men

mid-sentence

just to watch their ego crack.

I’m done with palatability.

Done with being the “cool girl.”