You, your best thing, Sethe. You are.
Toni Morrison, Beloved
I’ve always felt that the “c” acronym in c-suite for chief was a misnomer and the proper nomenclature was cock. “Cock Executive Officer,” “Cock Operations Officer,” “Cock Technology Officer,” “Cock ‘I’ll Make Up a Title’ Officer,” etc. etc. The cock-suite is filled with men where the only thing larger than the size of their balls, are their inflated egos. The cock-suite spend most of their time fighting amongst each other on important company matters such as comparing whose dick is bigger. The size of each dick is measured by their range of control.
The cock-suite told me I need to work on my personal branding…
Said they want to “invest in me” and craft a better “public image”
Aka be more like them
Less like me
But I don’t want to be buried in a suit
Every time I go to work I feel like I’ve got on this ugly ass ill-fitted suit
But I make it work even if I’m uncomfortable because I understand this is the uniform to do the job
In between the smiles, the handshakes, the seconds to breathe between meetings – my mind fasts forwards through the day –
and I can’t wait
I just can’t wait to get home
I fantasize about taking off this damn suit
Shaking my hair loose
Letting my breasts breathe
Branding is corporate speak for assimilation
So what they tellin me is that now I can never take off my suit
It’s crazy how the same suit that gets you in the door
Nails you to the floor
The cock-suite said I can’t say “fuck”
Even though they say “fuck”
And everyone else says “fuck”
No more branding budget for me
Fuck…
No more job for me
What the fuck!
What the?
The fuck?!
Fuck!
You…
FUCK YOU!
I got a whole lotta fucks to give
But none left for you
Wasted too much tryna grow balls too
