There Are No Kings

You sit so very high on a throne, made of gold and metal, twisted to your liking so that you can reside somewhere in the sky looking down on the world as if the rest of us are ants. You sit so very high on a throne, woman falling at your feet in desperation, bent at the knee because you are authority. Aren't you? You sit so very high on a throne, ignoring the requests of the people who worship you like a god, filing your nails and looking at them shimmer while the rest of us suffer in the chaos that is you. You sit so very high on your throne, and the rest of us fucking slave because you are the master and this earth is your playground. You sit so very high on your throne while it crumbles and you tumble to the floor because we get hungry at the bottom, so we swallow the rich because there's a void in our chest for things that that shimmer in the moonlight. You sit so very high on your throne, but daddy, I want to sit on the throne too, so I've been waiting and I've been plotting and now I know how to make it mine.

Now you beg me for forgiveness, as we watch all of the magic get stripped away from your power hungry lips, and now there's nothing left for you to say but "sorry." Well, be sorry. But that doesn't mean that you will be forgiven. But I thank you regardless because without your hungry hands, tearing and touching and squeezing and commanding and itching for things that do no belong to you, well, I wouldn't have known that it was possible to take but now I take like you do. I take back my power and I take yours too. Oh misogyny, how I love to watch you cry like we've done for years, our heads all scrambled because we want to avoid losing a part of ourselves to someone who's undeserving. Oh misogyny, how we love the way your lips taste when you force us down into the ground, burying our cries with words like "I didn't do it." Oh misogyny. Be careful, because we're watching you just like you're watching us too. But justice is on our side because karma knows truth like no other. So for now your secrets hide, but what happens when they lie on their back and float to the surface my dear friend? What happens then?