A Day Without a Woman: She’s So Little

I am not feisty
I am not touchy
I am not perky

Those words sound adorable in a way

I simply am not
I simply am me
I simply am

Not a little girl putting on her dad’s work shoes and clomping around the kitchen

This isn’t a game of dress up
This isn’t pretend
This isn’t playtime

For a woman comfortable in her own shoes, marching wherever she damn well pleases

Not here to take notes
Not here to look pretty
Not here to serve you

I have better things to do than hold your hand, kiss your boo-boo, pack your lunch

I am not your secretary
I am not your waitress
I am not your mother

Too defiant to bother listening when you call me

Small
Petite
Period

How do you know I’m not a concealed handgun?

A murder weapon
Too small to suspect
Poison ground to powder

It’s your turn to watch your drink