It's My Revolution

When my revolution happens
No one will ask why I went back to him
No one will remind me that I knew better
No one will change the subject

In my revolution
People will call him up, asking
Why did you treat her like shit?
I'm watching you, dude
Get some fucking help
Or get the hell out

And Why I Went Back
Will not be a rhetorical question
But a reason for a cup of tea and some cuddling

In my revolution every man
Who hurts women, lies, manipulates
Will get the same press Loreena Bobbit did
When she said enough! with a knife to his dick

In my revolution the he of this poem
Is given truth serum
And every time he lies his cock will lose an inch;
Pinocchio in reverse
Until his cock turns inside itself
And he becomes a woman
Stuck with a man like him

In my revolution being alternative
Does not get you a free pass
For hippie liberal misogyny

Doesn't mean your homophobic jokes don't count
Doesn't give you the right, the right, the right
To blame women for being abused
To ignore the way you squash others
While you polish your smug "alternative" credentials

In my revolution everyone
Looks around to see who's missing
Who's not being heard
Who doesn't have enough
Who needs help

In my revolution no one is scared
To face down the leaders
For fear of losing their backstage passes

In my revolution love sees color
Sees gender, class, disability
All kinds of preferences including sex and love
Observes and is curious, innocent, honest, welcoming

A revolution is a lonely thing.
It's small, this revolution of mine
A poem wide
And a few tears long

But it's my fucking revolution
And it's happening now.


--Ruby