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Work On Yourself

While watching the Grammy performance of Charli XCX on Disney+ Hotstar, I felt inspired to pen this playful yet sharp poem. This piece is a cheeky response to misguided views on masculinity—delivered with sass, wit, and a little defiance.



Only see what you want to see,
As if I should be putting a strap-on just to compete.
Funny, how guys like you think it’s peak masculinity,
When you make fun of a woman, laugh, as if you had her beat,
And then go, "Hey, but I didn’t cheat."

You think you're a Chad,
And I’m the one with the Hatter, a little bit Mad.
You think only you have access to the net,
And then think that your little boy's attitude makes a woman wet.

Like Ron, you have the emotional range of a teaspoon,
And you can kiss my curvy moon.

You live by seasonal trends,
Thinking it’d be so easy to make amends.
But you won’t even last a day in charm in the West Coast’s sun,
'Cause all you’re good at is Hit and Run.

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