the devil in disguise is a man in khakis

Poems can be a spell 

take a walk with me my dear friends 
as I write my future and you
whoever reads this
puts your magic in to the words
I am about to write
because justice needs to happen
not just for me but for all women
and their daughters
who will grow up to be women
and endure this fucking pain

to you the man with no soul
who basks in my pain
you are not unnoticed in the world
you are like every other abuser
we are all imagining you
right now with your khaki pants 
and smug smile
as you condescend women's feelings

your daughter is a woman
have you locked her in the closet
for being too emotional yet?
have you told her it is just that time of month?
you are the kind that has to adjust his balls
in his gym shorts all the time
because how else would the world
know you have balls?
what does that even mean?
it means that you are afraid

so you  put women in their place
now that our daughter is a woman
will you treat her like me?
I fucking hope not 

thank you for writing in your email
that your new abused wife took care of 
my motherly duties
and making sure that later
I get an email from her that you two 
kept it from me because I was too aggressive
about your emotionally blocking me and emotionally
abusing my child
so you felt it was an apt punishment

what is your punishment?
perhaps everything you have
inflicted on every woman in your life
plus more
that would be cool  just not enough
I think exposing exactly who you are
might be just punishment
I am making it my life's work

anyway dear readers of this blog
help me make my daughter's
life as a woman not suck 
imagine this man in his khakis
with his smug smile and plaid shirt
imagine him getting the justice
that is so deserved
maybe prison or bankruptcy
or just being outed for how he treats women
close your eyes dear writers

my coven of wordsmiths
imagine a world where my daughter
lives a life without abuse
and does not suffer like I have
imagine men like him don't get away
with this dehumanizing of women
of mothers
help me 
feel my pain and my tears
we have all lost something
I am losing being a mother
I am losing my daughter
celebrating her becoming a woman
let's fight the demons
it isn't just a nightmare anymore

the man with khakis is getting away with it
him and his 1000 faces
took my mother rite away from me
hold him in your thoughts
and then drop him
to the depths of hell

that is how a spell works
collective unity
thank you my friends
let's help my daughter rise above
the oppression of the man
that has no heart
no blood

tonight he will have a nightmare
he will wake up reaching for his balls
a gym short check
but they won't be there

he will watch his daughter
rise from the flames
and see me next to her
we will cackle like the witches
he thinks all women are 
​and I will drop his balls in the fire
I hope you will all be at the bonfire
and toast marshmallows
we will dance in the moonlight
as the spell casts a glow over
my anointed daughter
and she will be protected from 
​men like him