Am I not to know the sneakiness by which you did it?
Or were you hoping I would dropp to my knees…
To plead for mercy to appease your taste for sleaze?
Who in the hell do you think you are dealing with here?
I’ve learned to fight my battles on playgrounds.
With mommy and daddy…
Looking on,
From the window!
And I might have left with scars.
But I was not about to leave,
Feeling defeated.

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