She Never Made Waves

The spiders were crawling into her eye sockets but she was okay with it Like she had been okay with the mouse biting her big toe And the cobra hissing loudly into her right ear She was okay with everything; not wanting to make waves. No! I said. I do not believe it But I had not met her She had been taught to be compliant She was polite to a fault. She expected nothing good to happen, And she was not disappointed. What if you pushed her off a cliff I asked Would she scream or go quietly? She screamed all the way to the water. Too bad she drowned before I could tell her how proud I was.