Internalized misogyny rears its ugly head
when I pass a car chillin’ in the fast lane
When I look over to see what “idiot”
is cruising the there and it’s a girl who
looks like me 10 years ago.
That’s when I remember my father
taught me to drive and it take zero effor
to pass her in the right hand lane
and the only other people I’ve heard
yell about a fast lane cruiser
are boys who drive stick shifts,
whose love I thought I wanted until
I realized it was just anger
wrapped in arousal tied in a bow.