My Tender Rage Is a Goddess

My tender rage is a goddess
Who uses the word fuck
As a noun, verb, adjective.
I bless her daily
With the set of my mouth
Just tight enough to show my lip lines
And make my smile disarmingly uninviting
When met with your unmonitored masculinity.
You don’t even know me,
But my goddess knows you.
My tender rage holds me dearly
In the fold of her slippery black robe.
And she’s coming for you.