The Feminist Poem by Shalini Rao

What's a guy like you doing with a man like that, you ask

You mind, I love him, she says, I really do.

Now look, he may have forgotten my birthday yesterday,

he was busy, I can tell. So what?

So nothing.

Except that you can't believe it's really her

The girl who had declared that the man who didn't treat her right

Would lose his marbles down there.

Ten years later, she sells her soul to a wimp.

Tch, tch.