I ATE A MAN LAST NIGHT

I ATE A MAN LAST NIGHT

I ATE A MAN LAST NIGHT

A #MeToo Poem by Rebecca Lynn

I ATE A MAN LAST NIGHT, i decided to fully become the evil that men claim me to be

my appetizer, was his bank account, of course. i swallowed his available balance whole, slurped up each zero, and washed it down with a big glass of his 401k ain’t i the gold digging hoe they warned you about?

i skipped salad of course, i was already so full of his bullshit & i really wanted to save room for dessert so, i went straight to my entrée his masculinity was a bit sour, & i had ordered the misogyny rare, but instead they served it to me blatant, with a side of expectations for unreciprocated oral sex & i wanted to just send it all back to the kitchen but i knew the patriarchy had worked real hard on it & i didn’t want to hurt anyone’s feelings, i mean after all, i am a fucking lady

dessert was the sweetest, instead of purposely ordering the most expensive thing on the menu, i called up all of his exes the rightfully angry baby mamas the thots, the “crazy” ex girlfriends & we all laughed together, cracked open a bottle of red wine & raised our glasses, to man satisfying us, for once.




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Jacqu'in It

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