I am tired of walking
with my fists balled up
so I decide to make
doves and puffs of smoke
appear from them instead.
Sick of the algorithm
that tells me to ignore
catcalls and sexist slurs
“Oh, you take yourself too seriously.”
My life is not a joke.
My life will not be
a disappearing act.
For my next trick,
these unfurled hands
will irradicate misogyny.
Instead of saying “abracadabra,”
I simply say:

“I am.”

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