#squadgoals
You’d think I’d be an expert on men by now,
Considering how many I count as friends.
Other women remain convinced I have insider trading secrets
I should do hard time for.
[I think we all know who the real criminals are here.]
If there are consequences to these actions, sign me up.
I may not understand how to navigate falling in love,
but I know a few things about loyalty and grace.
Men are not pigs or princes or heroes or villains.
{They sure are characters, I’ll tell you that.]
My supporting cast in the tragic comedy that is life:
they are gay, straight, Pacific Northwest, Midwest and dirty South.
Some know things I won’t admit about myself, others know surface pieces only.
Even the pacifists would probably throw a punch to protect me.
[I don’t care who you are, that’s sexy as hell.]
It keep me from begging for male attention,
this crew of people who me of my worth in both sentimental and silly ways.
I don’t need validation from strange of insincere men.
We got this. We run this.
[This is why I know I’ll never really die alone.]
s. jensen
7-5-15