Tell me again now, please,
What did you feel when you shoved me?
Because you’re twice my size, you felt strong?
Oh, well let me tell you how you’re wrong.

Being strong is showing love,
Not putting on boxing gloves.
Takes a stronger man to show control,
Than it does to knock a woman out cold.

It’s a real man, who is gentle,
You, you are detrimental.
A real man doesn’t want to control you,
A real man wants only to console you.

Why is it you never strike another man?
Maybe because they’re bigger than I am.
Just remember, when you see my black eyes,
That doesn’t make you a man, you are twice my size.

Size does not make the man,
What’s in your heart is all that can.
You must learn all the rules,
Love and gentleness are the needed tools.

© 2002 Janice Jarnagin

 

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