Poem: What You Say.

You say that I

intimidate you.

That the sight of me

leaves you without a clue.

My shoulders are

too straight,

My head is held up

too high,

You say that I walk

like I own the sky.


Would you rather I shrunk,

and made myself very small,

So that you can

pick me up

and throw me

like a basketball?

Please clear the path

as I catwalk through,

I really have no use,

for the likes of you.

Written by

© Ivie M. Eke 2017.

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