Fiesty

A counselor once asked me,

As I sat with a burgeoning, life-filled belly,

“Why did you choose to have another child?”

Holding back words, I thought to myself

“Why is it that you are so short?”

I wrote her a check

And did not return;

I had work to do,

To prove her wrong

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