I’m at a shopping mall browsing through clothing racks
to maybe fill some of this emotional void with material items when
I hear them fighting two rows down
his voice is louder but she is clearly winning
cutting edge tongue to throat rips
he storms off and outside lights a cigarette
she continues to shop now with a stern look on her face
daring the fabric between her fingers to tell her she is wrong.
My mama used to tell me I would start fights just to win them
I worked with a man who never missed a chance to remind me my attitude was
what he meant to say was –
your attitude is intimidating when worn by a woman.