Your Kenergy is Killing Her
What if the life that looks like love is actually a slow erasure?
We all laughed at Kenergy when Barbie dropped it—the man with vibes, zero attunement, and a dream of beachfront patriarchy. But from where I’m standing, it’s not so funny anymore.
I wrote this poem through the lens of the friend, addressing the husband. The one watching. The one listening. The one quietly grieving as brilliant, bright women are worn down by men who confuse physical presence with partnership.
My notes, below.
Who hurt you? I notice how you never really listen She is not your cushion Not your lil’ pretty mission I feel it pretty visceral I will dismember your addiction She is not your office Open, empty, lost on purpose Is it worth it to point it out All of his indifference? Just give me a reason I will leave This letter glistening I leave it, love those diamond rings I leave it, thunder, lightning I’m frightened by the gaslighting Performing at basic functions Seemed like the polite thing But basically, it strung her out I hate the way he struts in your house Your basic needs are too much for hope Leave to love your lighter load Clutch on self, the grief will all unfold Untold she still knows it’s a bait and switch She is paying dividends And barricades She’s bottomed out So now you take what hurt you To chain her Coaxing her with your Stupid mouth
We joke about Kenergy, but women are bleeding brilliance in silence. Who gets to stay bright?