Roaring

“Swinging out the school doors
on my way home from a final night class, where,
I learn how to be a better servant
From peers who know more or less
than I do…
And professors, who sit watching,
evaluating, with no real life experience;
soldiers who have never fought
mothers without children
men without courage.

“And the chill in the air brings
me a comfort like the feelings
of fear, love, relief
which I have not felt in a long while.”

And then she walks to her car
With a friend who says, “Calm down,”
before he, himself, roars….

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