(class assignment - personal/reflective prose)
Five against one, but there was no turning back
I braced for their cat calls, fearing an attack
Frantic, I grabbed for the spray in my purse.
And proceeded with caution, no time to rehearse
Hey little sweatheart, why you actin' so afraid
Have no plans to hurtcha, I'm just looking to get laid
Rolling up his sleeves, he flashed an eery, toothless grin
'Most Wanted's where I saw him or at least his evil twin
Like Goliath, he came charging, felt my knees begin to give
My heart pounded like a hammer, but I knew I'd fight to live
I warned and then pleaded; he politely conceded by grabbing me 'round the waist
Without hesitating, I fired like a robot; some say I acted in haste
The others ran to him, the joker and flirt, the otherwise harmless drunk
But even they knew he had gone too far; yes, in their eyes he'd sunk
Though I could have stayed and chatted; I quickly fled the scene
But I wrote about my triumph, sent it to Ms. Magazine
Looking back, too bad I had to teach him such a lesson
At least it was with mace, though, and not a Smith and Wesson
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