My Spirit
I cannot show you my spirit,
I'm shy and reserved
My spirit only comes out when my temper has been aroused
Fights with my brothers always brought the spirit out
They were often rough, with scrapes and bruises all the way around
Every so often husband’s view needs to be opposed
Or, if I catch sight of a person getting abused
I don't have the sense to keep my nose out what doesn't concern me
Copyright © Eve Roper | Year Posted 2015
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