I learned a phrase in third grade. Not sure who I heard it from, but it was probably my mother. Of course, my father did a decent job of acting out the saying, so it could've been him, too.
At any rate, I discovered what "a piece of my mind" meant.
But I also realized I'd practiced the phrase since my first confrontation with "the bully". And I thought to myself, "Huh, guess I'm already an adult."
Therefore, I went about my business, telling people what I thought when the situation warranted it. 'Cause I had lots of things figured out, you know.
I could take care of my brother and make macaroni and cheese. I could ride my bike to "7/11" and buy whatever item my mother forgot from the store. I knew how to send wishes to everyone in the world, and when my sisters had bad dreams, I could calm them down.
Yep, I was tearin' it up. And told people so.
Which meant I started earning my nickname and became true to the color of my hair.
"Red" knew what she was about and protected those she loved with words.
And fists if necessary.....
At any rate, I discovered what "a piece of my mind" meant.
But I also realized I'd practiced the phrase since my first confrontation with "the bully". And I thought to myself, "Huh, guess I'm already an adult."
Therefore, I went about my business, telling people what I thought when the situation warranted it. 'Cause I had lots of things figured out, you know.
I could take care of my brother and make macaroni and cheese. I could ride my bike to "7/11" and buy whatever item my mother forgot from the store. I knew how to send wishes to everyone in the world, and when my sisters had bad dreams, I could calm them down.
Yep, I was tearin' it up. And told people so.
Which meant I started earning my nickname and became true to the color of my hair.
"Red" knew what she was about and protected those she loved with words.
And fists if necessary.....
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