Sometimes you stand and take it.
Sometimes you run.
They can't hit you if you keep moving.
Just maybe there's a happy-ever-after
in the week or year ahead.
More likely, someone will tease you
for wearing a sweater with holes.
I practiced being invisible
sitting in the back row, hiding
behind glasses,
but they still saw me.
I was lucky I was tall.
Now folks say I have an unforgiving nature,
the old two strikes, blah, blah.
Don't push.
I'm getting out.
Just call me feisty
and determined.
Dressed up and determined. |
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