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Wednesday, October 15, 2008

Fire In My Belly

Rating: 4.6
I think perhaps
You've mistaken me
For someone you can bully...
I can play nicely
With most of the other kids...
In the playground...
But I never cared much for bullies!

Please...
Make no mistake
I will not be
Those mashed potatoes
Mucked in gravy
Upon your plate!

I cannot see myself
As putty in your hands...
And as it stands...
I will upon occasion
Rear my ugly little head
And defy you!

Please...
Make no mistake
About the image that you see
While the cuteness may be charming
Underneath...
I really can be...
Quite nasty...
When provoked!

So...
Have we drawn a line in the sand yet?

You seem to have this need
To show me where you stand
On certain issues...

You apparently fail to see...
Where I stand!

Frankly...
I could give a rats ass
About the rules that you have made
For 'your' people...
They need not apply to me

You and I...
Are equals...
So save your power trip...
For someone else!

I have no intention...
Of bowing down before you...

Call me crazy...
But sometimes...
I recognize the fact that...
Confrontation...
Must be met with confrontation! !

So back off!

Or...
Cross that line in the sand...
If you so desire...
And let's just see where it gets you...
(smiling at you because...
It's been a long while since
I felt this fire in my belly!)

Dee Daffodil (HW) 15 October,2008
Dee Daffodil
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COMMENTS
That's my girl! Nothing like a challenge to induce assertion of independence, and you do it so eloquently yet punchily. Fab. t x
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Francesca Johnson 26 October 2008
Good on you, Dee. Go get 'em, girl. I liked this feisty piece. And it's good to see your work again (I've hardly been on PH lately) . Love, Fran xxx
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Chuck Audette 24 October 2008
a fire in your belly, right? make sure you have a light meal before you make that bully squeal and quake - (keep your chin up!) chuck
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Sid John Gardner. 15 October 2008
Dee, I have a confession to make.When I was 10 years old I was bullied at school by a guy who used to wait for me and knock me about.I put up with this for almost six months.I ahd a word with my dad who told me to sort myself out and him as well.My dad had been a street fighter and I had seen him in action. I took the belt that he had taken from one of his adversaries and bound it around my fist with the steel buckle end showing. I met the bully at the top of his street, called him over and beat the living daylights out of him. I never had trouble again. Have to thank my dad for that. It was strictly not 'Turn the other cheek' but it worked for me. Best wishes, Sid.
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