Being Sassy is In My Genes
As a result of declaring,
My prerogative.
The knots and bruises,
Once appearing on my thick head.
Have cleared.
A reluctant introduction to patience,
Stood in my way.
And dared me to move.
I felt a wobbling in my legs.
And my feet froze too.
Blessed I was to have been made to listen.
That prerogative of mine,
With a braggadociousness.
In my mind I defined has gone.
And I'm glad it has.
But that sass I still have remains to alarm.
I was once told by my mom.
Being sassy is in my genes.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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