Exasperated with apologies,
I’m counseling my girlfriends to be proud
of getting to our age. We ought to seize
this opportunity to state out loud:
I didn’t buckle to the discipline.
I figured out a method to survive
as my own guide – my needy origin
and that which didn’t kill me made me strong.
Don’t tell me, don’t police me, never seek
to bend me where my spirit won’t belong;
I’m stubborn, and I’d rather fight than sneak.
I’m sick of being lady-like. I see
no value in my own apology.