A demure child
Of about ten years old
Sweet and quiet
She did not do much
With her light brown hair
And soft brown eyes
She wore flowery dresses
And had a sense of innocence
Her classmates teased
And bullied her
Trying to get a rise
But they knew
This mild girl
Was not one to fight back
Until one day
They pushed her hard
Her favorite book
Landed in the mud
She started shaking
Not from fear
There was anger
In her eyes
She pushed right back
A boy twice her size
And watched as he landed
In the mud
Another tried
To pull her hair
So she punched him
In the nose
As he fell
She looked around
And dared someone else
To step up
When no one did
She picked up her book
She dusted her dress
And calmly walked home
Ever since that day
Everyone knew
This quiet girl
Was not one to be tried