I am angry.

You want my skills, my experience, my heart, my patience, which you demand from me so that I can keep my health insurance? You're going to have to earn it back, White Male America. I'm done being patient with your ignorance, your microaggressions, your smug superiority. There will be no more smiling when you say, "Smile, it's not that bad!" I'm not going to do you any favors that do not compensate me for my time and effort, but "look good on a resume." And, from now on, you're getting out of the elevator first so that I can be the threatening presence behind you. And, boy, can I be a menace when I want to be.

In the meantime, I'm joining and donating to every radical group I can find or create. We will continue to grow our ranks of proud feminist, egalitarian, LGBTQ, educated people of every race and religion. And then we'll come for your children. They're going to be the most open-hearted little voters someday, rejecting your rotten worldview through mayonnaise-tinted glasses.

You just created some wild new monsters. The only way you can silence us is with your stockpile of guns, but I assume you'll still go to jail for that.

Sara Cress (@saracress) is a writer in Houston. For her poems — and to buy her books — see her website, "Breaking Poems."

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