DEAR MALE AUTHORS
I do not need another man
to place a definition upon my life.
My life is more than your simplified truth;
your frustration at your own incomprehension,
your need for inclusion in the complexity of a woman’s life,
your need to latch onto every piece of greatness that can exist without you.
Your need, your needs, your needs!
How come the only priorities are these?
And the fact that all of them include a she?
The only person this woman needs is me!
Does that scare you, you writer, you romanticizer, you liar?
That women don’t need you to fuel their fire?
Stop trying to tell a story where you only exist as a catalyst.
Stop trying to make yourselves the protagonist
because every time you try to be an evangelist
you become an accidental antagonist.