May 6, 2012 by Sez
This is a rondeau.
It’s been the hardest so far of this “similarly named poems” portion of our show.
That may be because I used it to let off steam about a conversation I had yesterday. It was actually rather enjoyable, but…damn.
You tell me that I’m not a feminist.
You’re certain that you ‘re right, and you insist
I don’t know my own mind: I probably
Just joined some clique at university
So anything I say can be dismissed.
“Things students learn are useless” is your gist,
And “Headstrong women just like feeling dissed”
Without even a shred of irony
You tell me that?
I feel my hands slowly becoming fists.
I don’t believe that we can co-exist.
By saying that you know better than me
Whether or not I have equality,
You’ve lost this fight, so why do you persist?
You tell me that!