Boy,
I’m a feminist,
and that word carries no shame
for me.
I have tiny fists
that can hit like a girl.
I’ve sent men running
with the crack
of one delicate knuckle. 
Better,
I’ve quaked boys and girls
with one word,
one look,
and I don’t need you for power. 
Honey,
I was born with power. 
Boy, 
I’m a feminist,
and that should shame you–
that I have to be.