| Dear Mr. Whoever the Hell you think you are Let me introduce you to a new friend The Bitch you thought you had is long gone And so all you are left with is me Obviously not a sniffling little girl So don't hand me a Kleenex And definitely not weak So don't test my strengths More than intelligent So don't insult my genius And damn sure more than you So don't deceive yourself So Mr. Whoever the Hell you think you are I'd rather not introduce you to a new friend How about you just stand at the door And watch me walk out of it |
| My Poetry Page Four |