Sometimes I wish I had your cynicism
And could laugh at everyone with you and the girls.
I put on my bitchest face and pretend to hate
Everything with a pulse,
But my jokes aren’t heard and my comments seem ignorant,
Because I don’t read underground publications,
About feminist injustice, or cultural appropriation.
Because I go to yoga to de-stress and allow a white woman
To prance around saying “Namaste.”
Because I am one of the jokes you girls tell.
I hate these school girls as they make me feel insensitive
And far too passive.
They make me feel ignorant and without an opinion.
But still I sit by them and they say hi to me
And I pretend for a moment that our worlds are the same,
But I only realize this is a lie when I return home.