Another Christmas spent alone.
Another eerily silent night.
Another year of wishes blown
on better days; instead this blight.
Another batch of sage advice
from people who I’m sure mean well,
insinuating it’s my vice.
Pull my bootstraps up from hell.
Single men get all the pity:
gifts and cards and meal invites.
Single women get the side eye,
silence, neglect, verbal slights.
In these days we women know
how we are shunned and we are used
by lazy sots whose lives are low.
They say, “at least I’m not like you!”
I will sit and I will cry,
then wipe my tears. One day you’ll see,
when your life, too, has gone awry,
that there was nothing wrong with me.