Hurray, 2024!

Can't be assed to write, so have a poem:

I'm sick and tired of being told

What firm beliefs my sisters hold

About the nature of mankind

and by what rules I'm to abide.

Though meaning well — of this I'm certain —

This knowledge is a heavy burden

Because I want to disagree

without a hint of righteous glee:

You wish to spare me the despair

Knowing not what I can bear?

Or that the pain begets the daring,

What cowards are the under-caring!

Those many years I feared critique

From those that I now see as bleak...

I've learned to love the depth of feeling

Which the Distracted find so chilling.

Neutrality is for the weak,

And so is feminine mystique!