If I had a dollar

for every man who interrupted me,

explained my own thoughts to me,

stared at my chest mid-sentence,

called me a bitch for saying no,

ghosted me after I opened my body like a prayer—

I’d be richer than every CEO

who built his empire on secretaries

and silence.

And you still think we’re angry

for no reason?

You are lucky

we want equality,

not revenge.

Because if the tables turned—

if we took what you take,

lied how you lie,