You open up the floodgates,
you have to deal with what comes in,
you whiner.
You have chosen it, because your mother told you
all men were just little boys
When you asked if the same was true for girls
she said, no girls
are always women.
So the currency is set
before cognitive skills have developed,
and the grey matter is branded--
manipulate
don't ever be direct,
disappear with the parcels
before they can be unwrapped.
You were always the girl
who ate the entire candy bar
in three bites, while the others
nibbled daintily, then wrapped the foil
back around the chocolate,
saving half for later.
Age has brought restraint,
as it always promised
and you rule the broken
from your throne of cast-off parts,
surveying your queendom
and wishing you had waited longer.
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