by Noémie Flatscher
Like the damned Adam and Eve,
I am bound to deceive
By the snake whispering
So, see he’s still stupid.
I love you for your maturity,
But truth is, you’re older than me
Yet you don’t dare see
Why I so hate to be.
You don’t cling to your keys
You simply thread with ease.
You wear the pin on your jacket;
I hide weapons in my pocket
As feminist as you can be,
You aren’t a woman in our society.