*****
Threaten a warrior, small man,
With any kind of macho frown
It’s quietly she’ll curl her lip
And look you up and down
And very likely that she won’t
Have very much to say
It’s also likely that she’ll turn
And quietly walk away
But threaten the well being
Or the safety of
Someone who’s been kind to her
Someone whom she love
You’d best locate your sorry self
A little closer to the ground
You’ve none to blame but your damned self
For she’s about to knock. you. down.
*****
The poet/editor of this website is physically disabled, and lives at a fraction of her nation’s poverty level. Contributions may be made at:https://www.gofundme.com/are-you-a-patron-of-the-arts
