She hasn't patience
for bruising men,
bruised ego men -
She's been dragged
and pinned,
held under fists
and cowered still
beneath those eyes,
red, popping, spit
hanging from their mouth;
She's shivered until
the tantrum's done -
and then forgiven them.
That girl is gone,
the men as well,
her silence no excuse.
Instead, she must
speak out against
the little men who bruise.
(2003 Revised 2012)
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