Tiny But Mighty

When I walk outside.
I don’t walk.
I strut.
When I talk.
I don’t talk.
I shout.
When you see me,
Cute is all you see.
Mistake my tiny size
For weakness.
Mistake my quiet
For silence.
Do not be fooled.
For me,
I am tiny but mighty.
I am ferocious.
I got *****
‘Cause mama didn’t
Raise no punk.
I am ferocious.
Fear me.
Or be sorry.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2017

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Sheehan Avatar
August 29, 2017 at 12:39 PM
Excellent poem. Very interesting and captivating. Enjoyed it.
Turner Avatar
June 2, 2017 at 9:53 AM
OK, I'm convinced. Nothing wrong with a little swag, Meredith:)
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