When they tell you to be small,
Sprawl over the seats, push your knees out like girls are taught not to.
Eat whatever and refuse to make the magazines get you guilty over it.
Revel in the thickness of your thighs, your body
which has never been anything but yours.
When they tell you to slow down,
Rev your damn engine.
Make your way past them and flash a middle finger as you do.
If anyone accuses you of being subordinate
because of your gender, your skin, your identity,
Show them every single reason they’re wrong.
When they tell to be quiet,
Your opinion will be smirked at, frowned at or dismissed entirely
and it’s your job to tell them to go fuck themselves.
Only apologize for what you think you should be sorry for,
not what they tell you you should be sorry about.
When they tell you to calm down,
You have every right to it.