Venom

A poem

Honey you say, from the perspective of trickling sweet and healing gold. How could it be venom to anyone else?

Honey, you preface, followed up by diminutive words that squander my expertise derived from decades of training, practice effort.

Sure honey goes in my coffee each morning to sweeten my awakening but

do not honey babygirl sweetcheeks me in a professional setting is this so fucking hard to ask

Lucy (The Eggcademic) [she/her] is done with being infantilized, belittled and interrupted in professional settings. That is all. First published as a twitter thread.