Lead me not to the sterility of
misogynistic minds, the monologues
of academic boasts, shows of class-
room scholarship and rote insight. Banish me
from the postures of insecure pedantry
which mocks the tender of experience.
Transpose me not into intellectual
meows determined to belittle mauve liberties,
pastel exaggerations, and all things
feminine and proud: Wisdom is not wisdom
when it highbrows macho in a skirt.
Do I betray myself? Do I speak too bold?
Let me keep my pink ribbons like daggers
even when I’m old.