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I want to let you know that I am blocking you.
I want you to know that it has nothing to do with your politics.
It has everything to do with the way in which you feel entitled to invade my virtual space with negativity and criticism without ever asking me a single authentic question about who I am or what I mean.

I want you to know I am blocking you
not because we disagree about social issues
but because it is clear to me that you have no desire to talk with me like I’m human
only to talk AT me like I’m less
and to make yourself feel better at my expense.

This is my space, not yours.

I’m blocking you and I want you to know it’s not because I can’t handle criticism.
I assure you, I am far more critical of myself than you could ever hope to be.
It is because you criticize in order to demean and belittle me.

You criticize in the hopes of silencing me.

I want you to know that I’m blocking you because
you are sad
and scared
and lonely
and angry
and you never learned a better way to express those feelings than to dump them off on someone else.
This space isn’t your dumping ground.

I’ve been abused by men like you before. They, too, reprimanded and corrected by shouting and stifling instead of asking and listening.
You’re not special.
Your misogyny wrapped in superiority is not unique.
I hope you find a way to mark the world that doesn’t involve hatred, anger and insecurity.

You want to make me your enemy, and so you do. That is your right.
But I want you to know that I am not your enemy.

Your enemy is, was and always will be you.

I want to thank you for giving me a chance to flex my emotional intelligence.
I want to thank you for reminding me to do no harm, but take no shit.
I want to thank you for proving my point about the poison patriarchy with your lack of humility and grace.

If you find yourself truly curious and open to a conversation about life and the world and all the messy parts of it, reach out.

In the meantime though, you may take your toxicity elsewhere.

Note: This one wrote itself pretty fast. I didn’t do much editing or polishing so it’s by no means a serious poem. More like a poetic explanation or a overly-structured venting session. A brief diatribe. It was inspired in part by true events, but also by Cassandra Speaks and the “do no harm, take no shit” meditation that Elizabeth Lesser writes about in the book. If you haven’t read the book, I highly recommend it. If you have never done a “do not harm, take no shit” meditation, I recommend that as well. And if you find yourself in the unfortunate place of needing to block someone that doesn’t respect your truth, that is intentionally trolling you, feel free to use this piece to tell them to fuck off.

Love and power to you, always.

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