The Man

The Man slaps her to the ground
Her children weep of fear
Her sister stands there unclear

Sister: I am amazed to what a Man can do,

In my presence he is a beastly kangaroo

I wonder what else he has done to you …

Is that why you’ve always been blue?

When reading his poetry

You would envy this girl

When in fact he’s a lying cheating crow

What shall I do to a man like this?

Do I punch him with my bony fist?

Or do I take her with her children and flee

What shall I do to a man like this?

Shall I tell the older which will put her out of misery?

Or do I slap this man as he did to the half of me

What shall I do to a man like this?

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What shall I do to a man like this?

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I sit there in silence without a hiss