I Wanna Have Sex on the Beach, or, Why I'm Not a Feminist

Ha. So so oddly amazing.

Every step you walk
you have to position yourself
in just the right light, because you
wouldn't want to look weak.

I loved that. The second stanza was weird but I can sort of see where you were going [lil fibs never hurt]
And the last two lines of your third stanza was a really good metaphor.

God damn... why does your poetry always make sense?

I think what lost some of the appeal of this to me was the bitter voice that came through - intentional or not or just sounded like you wanted to have a go at someone. Te second stanza has too many yous and understandably becomes too prosaic and feels wordy and I just felt like some sort of description/imagery/substance (take your pick) is needed to really make your point. Otherwise it feels like a rant.

I mean, structurally and technically it's all sound but I'm just sure about the way you've written it.

It was a go at Toril Moi and Judith Butler.

Some feminists, right? Doesn't help me at all.