As a result of declaring, <br />My prerogative. <br />The knots and bruises, <br />Once appearing on my thick head. <br />Have cleared. <br /> <br />A reluctant introduction to patience, <br />Stood in my way. <br />And dared me to move. <br />I felt a wobbling in my legs. <br />And my feet froze too. <br /> <br />Blessed I was to have been made to listen. <br /> <br />That prerogative of mine, <br />With a braggadociousness. <br />In my mind I defined has gone. <br />And I'm glad it has. <br />But that sass I still have remains to alarm. <br />I was once told by my mom. <br />Being sassy is in my genes.<br /><br />Lawrence S. Pertillar<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/being-sassy-is-in-my-genes/
