Scurrilous People Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Scurrilous People



Scurrilous people think I'm an easy mark, that they can control me in some way.
When it doesn't happen, they get mad, because I don't respond or listen to their orders.
Being my own person, free, independent, smart, walking away to take my lonesome journey without anyone forcing themselves upon me.

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This poem written in 2010.
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