ABOUT THE POEM: “Bastard Estrogen” is an aggressive character study of a woman driven to vengeful transactional behavior after being previously used and humiliated. The poem condemns her shift from "delicious toy" to a manipulative figure who seeks to equalize past wrongs through cruelty, sexual dominance, and cheapness. It views her newfound "liberation" as a severe addiction to power and revenge, concluding with a final, bitter twist that ultimately places the narrator himself as the victim of the same societal blame.She already had estrogen-
raw material for a bitch.
Now she’s the brand ambassador for hookers,
a tiara crowning a bastard’s throne.
A whore takes revenge on the world
by being cheap and bitter;
the thrill becomes her reward.
As my aunt once said,
“My boy, there is none cheaper, or more boorish, than a woman.”
Her flawless skin and youth-
spent without an equally sweet return.
Her beauty given to losers,
her desires always dangled, never granted.
She was made a fool,
the delicious toy.
Now she begins to play.
But it’s too late-
only when she names her will as free.
And who can blame her? She’s cruel.
Her misunderstandings are forgiven;
she acts without full information,
picking what everyone did to her
and returning it, sharpened.
Now she eyes the ones she once rejected,
in her twenties, thinking: that’s my prey.
She wins easily,
and says,
“Why would I call anyone like you?”
The same words thrown at her
when she was used.
What’s the difference between a girl and a call girl?
A girl says no before the act;
a call girl, after.
That’s how she feels liberated.
Imagine if she also had strength-
to enforce her laws, to rule.
They say an addict can quit; he can just act.
But can this heroine?
Addicted to lust, substance, lifestyle, superiority,
control and absence of control,
money, thrills from cheapness and hidden agendas-
all tools to exact her revenge.
She asks, am I not as white as you?
Then why?
But all she will ever do-
influence, seduce, blackmail,
then ghost and blame if not entertained.
Leave her aside;
think of the man who tasted this venom.
What’s become of him?
How does he know her so raw?
Those who spit don’t analyze,
don’t move from experience to awareness,
to information, thoughts, and finally, knowledge.
She thrives on engagement-remove it,
and the pattern loses its fuel.
If no one is there in the stadium to lose,
how is she going to win?
The truth, however, is like everyone else-
they blamed and sentenced me to death for my own murder.
