I spent my childhood being enraged

I spent much of my childhood being enraged Fairness mattered to me I was a kindness advocate Deploring bullies, liars and thieves Good thing I did not know about sex trafficking or rapists I cannot imagine how incensed I would have been My head was already purple red with anger most of the time Injustices caused me angst, depleting my joy There was a perpetual pout on my face My lips protruded like the front bumper of a 1959 Chevy I wanted her tailfins; hoping to back into people to hurt them I spent much of my childhood being enraged