It seems everywhere she goes

Trouble is never far behind

Things always go great at first

Until she ends up in a bind


Free-spirited; she comes and goes

Wearing independence like a crown

But with a softness that one could mold

But it’s a ploy, making many a man a clown


She’s tough, they think, but she’ll bend

Flowers and gifts will work like charms

She has to conform in the end

Soon she’ll come running to these arms


But she doesn’t; keeps doing her thing

Then smug looks turn to disdain

Charming words to insults turn

She must work, respect to gain


Soon she has to watch her back

Step out from the remnants of her bubble

When former admirers seek her ruin

Take flight or fight, for she’s in trouble


© Larisa McBean

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