I Will Not Make You a Sandwich

If patience is a virtue

Then I'm not very virtuous

Tell me to calm down

Like a fool

And feel the flames

Of my wrath consume you

I'll bite at you

With my wit-sharpened tongue

To tell you when you are wrong

I will not be quiet

I will not be docile

I will not be cute and demure

Like a sweet little woman should

I will not make you a sandwich

My words will tower over you

Cut you down

To the size you really are

Without your ego

That's been overinflated

By society and the media

And your beer-drinking pals

You compare lengths

But I see how small you really are

When it's too cold

For your ego to appear

In all its toxic glory

I see you for what you really are

A scared little child

Intimidated by my strength

By something you can no longer control

Or intimidate

Or repress

Or violently take

This age is the end

Of toxic masculinity

Release it

Before a horde of angry women

Rise up and release it for you