That Wasn'T Nice
I'm a half-century's old big girl
a big, fat mature, grown-up girl
in many shy quite, quiet ways
a prolific foot traveler by way of tennis shoes
and hot and cold determination
but on this day of our Lord's
may seventh Twenty Seventeen
leaving your long gated
very public city vehicle
I presided to say
Thank you with a very
well intentioned verbal faze
but contemptuous words
re-spouted back to me
as to mock some kind of warning to me
as if I haven't received many already
why, give me more grief and distress
when i am so poverty-stricken without
harmony of mutual justice
and your pockets are full with
phlegmatic abuses
worry no more
for no one perceives' me
and I am of no importance
due to paramount's of low social ranking
Copyright © Verlecia Fields | Year Posted 2017
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