I’m not as preoccupied with men.
I will not race to your beck and call,
or slay at your slightest whim.
My darling, I live in 2020,
where women climb mountains
and there’s opportunity plenty.
Where aprons lie flat on the floor,
and cakes are unmade like never before.
Degrees are achieved,
and dreams are complete.
Now, at last, I bask
in the rays of  those who came before me,
to shed my naive skin,
for my future proceeds in its feminine glory.