( A POETIC RENDITION
OF THE TAMING OF THE SHREW)
A time of quest of deeds Felicia claimed for self and her
own
Looking at the mirror at visage of plain she complain not
for self or same
Mild of temperament her thoughts roamed dreams of universe
wide
Peaceful tranquil she proceeded through life with thoughts
of change uppermost in thoughts of strange difference
Coasting without cares she came through scrapes troubles
travail with laborious effort wide
Affected change alter her mind to stand against attack foes
of many
Antagonistic displays of manhood against the one female who
supposed roll as alleged mistake undertakes to survive
Mystery Mystery that common knowledge knows roles are
interchangeable by their one as fate portrays ready
Bristle Bristle in the insults flung by avenging foes of
female that walked outside the line of supposed rigid call
Attacks of physical violence escalated to limits of exceeded
accepted value by socially of legalistic of norms
Caring not this world a pretentious lot of simple unrefined
thoughts of anger toward the so-called people of plain not deserving of any
accolades of congratulations
Felicia of strong thought motivation disagree the lot of
baggage of crock that a man or woman be deemed unworthy of his/her deeds of
philanthropy of love of humanity be denied then due to shallow thoughts of
attractive façade of lack or agree to concurrence of matter yes or not
Opposition Opposition of the most repelling repugnant type
run rampant with malicious slurs slander that crack the crevice of worlds
collide with amazement incredulity that a surely a just or hoax is indeed the
base of such overwhelming stupidity that even an eye of the needle can be
threaded by the Sahara Desert
Gracious Gracious this slur of a being a possible member of plagiarism
is deemed amongst others things the most entertaining of entertainment of
worlds collide in universe wide small
A writer’s work passion is indeed a truth not a fallacy but
an actuality that based on legalness of thought not a truth but could not
prevail that a fool’s parade cannot surely jest a full of thought that a maimed
injured disabled thoughts are clearer and discern a plot near
Go away claimed the curtailed Felicia for the shadows is
indeed a speck but an irascible thought that grinds frustrated that power is
lodged against a powerless one of peasancy.
But as quoted the pen stand at hand to state surely I am
mighty to plot no to stupid to understand or discern the hate underlined to
hurt crush a disabled soul who fights to hold stance not for the one but for
the many who wait outcomes of war passages.
Now the look of knowledge sights and wander who likes or not
is not the question but the defensible port and for the disabled to look and
watch the maiming continue.
By Felicia McCaw
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