Secondary Survivor
You’re blonde, not stupid,
and men want to do you.
You said that, with the word.
And F is all I heard.
Maybe a matter of degree
when one expects abuse
Frankly, my dear, not that
you’re wrong, I’d rather watch.
You said other things, too.
Secondary triggers flashing.
Survivor, too, you’d say.
As if that clears things up.
Whether you wish to listen
I still have things to say
...
(c) 2022 David L White
May 13, Friday Poem
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