Sighting her image in truth's
mirror with anger she squealed.
Scratched her woolly hair
and ripped off her brown veil.
Broke everything in her way
and shamelessly walked bare.
But I had immense respect for
women, I give heed, I do care.
I went to market and brought a
bread while continued the unrest.
I gave her the bread so that along
with it her anger she could digest.