I refuse (not really a poem)
By Shashama
No more shall I bow to her No more shall I bend At her every little whim I refuse to be dictated I refuse to curtsie Because she told me to I won't comply They say: "pick your battles" Well I chose this one I won't be her maid I won't give in I will tell her how I feel And I won't let her Smash me down I'm not her toy I am sick of this struggle This power battle She seems to feel The need to control me Well, not anymore I won't let her I'm too sick of it I'm too tired to comply I refuse to let her take over Not anymore So let this be A silient warning Watch your backDedicated to my father's girlfriend, Lindsay Written March 27th, 2002 © on Mar 27 2002 04:18 AM PST, Shayla Carter 18 • 0 • 1
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"No more shall I bow to her..."