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In a riot fight
She nearly lost her life
Moments earlier she’d drank a diet Sprite
Hoping to lose weight and quench thirst
Thinking life’s too short, soon bad will become much worse
Cornered by a gang of bandits
Money or life was what they demanded
Tugging to save her snatched purse
Her against three, we’ll see who leaves here in a Hearst!
She remembered her training
As her attackers’ provoked she recalled an old saying
'Punks jump up to get beat down!'
A left punch dropped the first flat on the ground
A kick to the other’s hip connected, but nearly missed
But the last fell dead on his a$$ when her elbow struck his lips
Standing over her foes like, ‘ain’t this a trip?’
Shocked and awed they ran away limping and covering their lips
Who is this?
One thought he’d never meet someone who’d make him question why he’d exist
But this a$$ whooping didn’t even get him too pissed
It had been over a decade since he had last been whipped
Momma made him go outside to retrieve another switch
Not no little one, but something that would later make his a$$ itch
The terror he felt then was just a fear of the unknown
He had the same feeling today, but now he was grown...
