From Victim to Victor: Part I: Beginnings of Assertiveness

Mouse

“I am not a mouse” she said
But silently inside her head.

Her father, quiet, introverted scholar
Bullied into leaving army life he loved.

Never learned to interact
With his one and only child
a mother’s girl, quiet, polite,
placid so he thought.

His bolder dad, a man called “Boss”
Outoing, shrewd in business
With his factory to pass along
Doted on his first granddaughter
Loving her just as she was
Laughing as she slid her crib along
to strip fresh paper from the wall.

On a visit to the factory that could have been his one day
Introverted father,
overshadowed by  a  taller, willful wife
called  his daughter  “mouse” ,
perhaps sensing a kinship of quietness.

Her child mind knew that mice were small,
didn’t matter much
Except to bother big people.

“I am not a mouse” she said
But silently inside her head.

Read Part II of this article series HERE

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