Crushing a cigarette in that ashtray
Twisting your foot on the grass
I'm not to be stepped on
I'm not to be broken
I'm not to be attacked.
You think I'm timid?
You think I won't protect myself?
You think I'm unkind?
I'm not a laptop
I'm not electronic
You can't disconnect me
I've got a move in my hips
and a fire that blazes out a third-story window.
I'm not afraid anymore.
I'm not going to let you or anyone else walk over me.
You've got feelings?
I've got them too.
I give and I take what is given.
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