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Ati he said 'Make yourself digestible for others'

Don't be too loud, 

Be soft and feminine, let him be in control but I say:

If they can't chew what you serve, please let them constipate

Let them contort their faces into tight expressions 

Sitting with stiff limbs on those ceramic bowls

Watch the squinting of their eyes as they squeeze 

What they wished would be a quick release

Let it last a century

Let them look for laxatives if need be

The cost of forcing you to conform

If they can't handle, to constipate they will 

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