F**k You

Fuck you ...

Words she fought over/with; A fist
slamming at a world
spending too much time
staring between her legs.

" Educated ladies do not not swear. "

The teacher stripped her bare
with his words,
as eyes redressed little girls
with a husband, children,
and silence.

She ran to Grannie
with this new wardrobe,
modeling the latest refined style.
The old woman snubbed it laughingly.
"It's our poetry, child."

"He USES Shakespeare.
We just think the ole bastard told a good story."

She introduced herself to this Shakespeare
finding him with his fists
raised as well. Yeah,
William could've knocked this asshole out.
But she couldn't. She wasn't a poet yet.

Teacher would've dodged
her swings anyway,
deeming them unfashionable,
no matter how accurate the punch.
So ...

"Fuck You" will just have to do.