Your role as best friend
Is beginning to be questioned.
Your newfound interests are difficult.
You're so progressive and in tune
With the world and all it's inhabitants,
Life would be much easier
if it was shrooms.
Instead your righteousness
And your call for social justice
Your white, southern, struggles are not mine
And yet your comfort as a feminist is impressive.
But do not assume
That your struggles are mine,
Because we share a similar chromosome
And you forget that your feminist movement
Is slowly white washing itself;
Forgetting that the cultural appropriation
Constantly called into question by every
Miley or Justin or Lily--
Is more about hiding and specializing,
Making characteristics exclusive and non-white--
That your appeal at political correctness
Separates the black feminists from the white
And the east-asian feminists from the south-asian
Your concern about Barbie is constant
Her proportions aren't mathematically possible.
Clearly you knew statistics as a young girl
And that lead to your bulimia.
Not your mother or the media or yourself--
But a statistic filled plastic toy,
And so you know that this is terrible.
International barbie sales is abysmal
God forbid the Chinese girls go through
What you did.
Because everyone has the same views as you--
Your hindsight bias is unbecoming.
And for a feminist you sure like to
Pick and nag and gnaw at others;
It's almost like a fear.
A fear of slipping up and not being inclusive enough.
You fear the imaginary feminist police so,
Your low self esteem is leaking through this veil
Of girl power and satisfaction with
Don't debate with me,
We don't have to compare views;
Neither of us have to be more politically correct.
Just be a feminist,
And, be my friend.