As the feminists once screeched,
I am, unfortunately, a woman of deeds,
Not words.

I forget I'm easy to act
Until a man rubs up too closely
And then my body reacts.

I simply must twist around and grab his wrists
Only to wrench them against his back.
I often knock his knees out too.
Doesn't matter the intention,
He got far too close,
I mean really-do you have to walk .5 inches from my backside to shop for groceries?
I was already speed walking, idiot.

You stepped too close.
Normal people don't, pervert.
I asked you to stop,
You refused.

That.

Well, that's on you for assuming I'm weak.
Idiotic Republican morales.  
Just because I do not wish to harm others,
Does not mean I won't fight.

After all my parents were cops,
They taught my muscles that
Deeds not words, mattered.
Woe be me, this poor stupid democrat.
Shame on me for not wishing harm to others.

Really...let my 12 year old self show you ****** shame,
*****.