Twisting your foot on the grass

I’m not to be stepped on

I’m not to be broken

I’m not to be attacked.

You think I’m timid?

You think I won’t protect myself?

You think I’m unkind?

I’m not a laptop

I’m not electronic

You can’t disconnect me

I’ve got a move in my hips

and a fire that blazes out a third-story window.

I’m not afraid anymore.

I’m not going to let you or anyone else walk over me.

You’ve got feelings?

I’ve got them too.

I give and I take what is given.