New Year’s Resolution

Let it go.
Like let it snow
But colder
Quiet as a cold shoulder
The high of flinging a boulder
Off your shoulder and into the sea

All that’s left in my head is me.

What do I think?
I’ve never asked
Weighing future against past
Ten people I’d ask and
Twenty people I didn’t ask

Thanks anyway.

What can I say
Got called a bitch
Coming out the driveway
And looked at sideways
For being high for five
of the last five days

Namaste and prayer hands.

God is a woman, an Alanis stan
So I burned the plans
Mister Man authored
Slayed the fathers
Who turned to dragons
When they realized
The knights were their daughters.

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