Rabble without Facts

there’s something




that makes my back bristle…

that makes my shoulders square

that makes my chin lift, and

wakes the sleeping giant

of pride


I am not the

scarlet woman

you cast me,

I am not

grist for your mill,

I am not

absolute bad, and

your jacket

does not

fit me

–because after all–

it’s your jacket.

About Charron's Chatter

I bring to you an arrow, whole, Use it, or break it, But if you choose to take it --Know-- With it also, I will go. © Karen Robiscoe @1992

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