A Token Of my Gratitude

A Token Of My Gratitude

Oh how, Oh how I must thank you.

Your wisdom and theatrics Should not go unoticed for they are beyond your years.

Although a simple gesture Your ability to spread you legs so effortlessly is impressive to most.

Your impecable timing Your innate sensibility to mock and belittle

Remarkable.

Your interest in DIY crafts gives you an edge That I think any middle age woman can appreciate.

Along with your continuous efforts to maintain Such great hair and teeth that radiate with the luminousity of a million Crest White Strips.

Your undeinable sense of fashion.

So effortless yet so boho skank.

And how could I neglect to mention your hollistic remedies That compliment your love for artifical tanning so perfectly.

Your ability to hold a conversation, Even if it should of ended twenty minutes prior, shows commitment.

Your admirable choice of work.

Not every girl looks good in a Budweiser crop top.

But you,you just nail it.

I digress, So that I can express my gratitude.

For you have impacted me In a way that no one else in my life has.

Thank you for referencing myself to that of slang for womans genitalia.

The way you eloquently reinforced the dehumanisation of me as a woman was underated.

This, all of this Is the least I could do.

Afterall, you’ve left me with a memory so fond that I can’t seem to shake.