Sometimes I like to indulge in what I refer to as "Facebook Feed Poetry." It really is just as simple as it sounds: if something really strikes me when I'm scrolling through my Facebook, I'll turn it into the topic for a piece of "creative writing" of some sort. I've never shared these writings with anyone, because you have to wonder how weird it might sound when you tell them the topic was stolen, or you just related to it so much you had to put it into words.

Today I'm a little less worried about how "weird" I may sound, so I decided to share. Here is the first ever Facebook Feed Poetry that I have written, resonating on a topic that so many women deal with daily.

Blue Bells

I will say no

And you will say – but wait –

And I will be polite and not cut you off and even though I really could care less I will let you finish what you have to say and then again, politely,

I will say no

And you will laugh –

And pretend that I couldn’t have possibly meant to say no, and that I must be thinking that there is something different going on here, and that if you explain to me a little bit more I will decide that you are of course obviously right and what was I possibly thinking and in reality, for a third time,

I will say no

And you will sigh, and make some “joke” asserting your dominance, and your superior knowledge, and your need to continue to assert something over me that is not there, has never been there, has no need to be there, and yet for some reason you still believe is there, pushing once more And –

I will say no

And you will try to shrug it off, say “oh well” or “you’ll be sorry” or “I’ll see you again soon” – And

I will say no –

And leave angry, yet happy that there wasn’t an added element of danger, that the coercion couldn’t “work” this time, that even though I just had to put up with nonsense I am walking out and I am walking on and I am sighing with relief to be done after only five instances of

Saying.

No.