This poem both stirs up an infuriating truth and makes the angry feminist inside my chest purr like a cat on a radiator. It’s just so gratifying when a poet captures something you’ve been feeling in an eloquent and witty piece of art.
HE TELLS HER
He tells her that the earth is flat—
He knows the facts, and that is that.
In altercations fierce and long
She tries her best to prove him wrong.
But he has learned to argue well.
He calls her arguments unsound
And often asks her not to yell.
She cannot win. He stands his ground.The planet goes on being round.
This is the first poem of Wendy Cope’s two-part “Differences of Opinion”. The second uses the same misconception to address the ‘mother knows best’ trope. It’s definitely worth a read but in my eyes less snappy and striking due to its length, use of repetition and more common subject matter.
Have you read any feminist poetry lately? Please comment below!
Another Night of Reading 
I meant ‘is that fucking it’ to the journo…you haven’t explored a fucking thing you boring useless shit
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