you have taken up too much space
spread your long legs over my memories
your threats engraved to marble
your stares painted to canvas
your insults written to sermons
i am done with your invasion,
i am tearing your flag
and burning your books,
smashing your epithets
and unseating your portrait,
i am toppling your statues,
and unseating your podium,
quitting your shitty job
and deleting your texts,
and once i am done with it all,
may i forget who you are,
your face and your name,
and if all goes to plan,
may i remember who i am.