Sweet

You are a
rock candy,
fuzzy cheeks,
tooth crackin’
kind of sweet

Hot pink chunks
of sugar coated
concrete

Molars buzz
with niceties,
become cavities
in the crevice
where your kind
voice rings.

I want to hear
you sting.

Speak your mind
until you find
you have the
power and punch
of jalapeño hands.

Leave decisions
to the man in
your house
no longer.

For you are stronger
than sycophantic
stevia leaves,
preconceived
notions that
ladies should comply
with a soft, honeyed tongue,
neither sour nor rye.

Photo credit: Thomas Hawk