Non-assertive S/hag
John G. Young, M.D.
She was a rug
trampled on for years.
Her nap was worn bare
by the heels
that trod upon her.
He did it to me,
she did it to me.
Why do they do it,
do it, do it to me?
At times she would
In frustrated defiance
Try to pull herself out
From under their reliance,
But when thrown
By the change
To the hard wood floor,
They would angrily retort
To her exchange
"You were so nice before,
so why the derange?"
How can I
stand up for me,
without hurting you,
without hurting me?
So allow them she would,
She never understood
That as long as she lay there,
In all likelihood,
They would walk on her good--