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We femme keepers of pop culture know the secret,

The best part of the night out

Aside from the giddy hug and long drunken stories

Confiding into someone who understands you

Wants nothing from you

But to hear your story.

Yes aside from that,

The dalliance,

Trying out a new restaurant or bar,

Blowing too much of a paycheck on a luxury

Not meant to be enjoyed alone.

Unencumbered by transactional relationships

And the constant code switching

Necessary to exist in a world that reminds you

It's not yours, you don't own it,

And we certainly aren't offering

Any lease-to-own programs at this time.

Yes, the best part of the night,

The other best part,

Is the first part.

Pumping girl power from the speakers

Of your broken phone

Spending a moment alone

Putting on your face

Not the one you have to wear

But the one you want to wear.

The one you spent too much money acquiring

But feels divine

Redefining

Transformative

Strong.

The one no one can judge

Because you no longer care

And you're alone

And you're free

And that face mask from the dollar store

Can momentarily fix

Any problem

Past, present, or future.

It's not witchcraft

It's girlcraft.

A much more power magic

And you can't have it.

It's ours.