Don't mess with me poem. ((To people that think they have control when they don't even know me.))

 Don't mess with me poem.

((To people that think they have control when they don't even know me.))

In the heart of the city, where the neon lights dance,

Lives a girl with a spirit that's fiery and prance,

She's got a smile that can melt the hardest of glances,

But you'd better beware, she's got a second glance.

She ain't a bitch till you make her one,

With a temper that's coiled, like a snake in the sun,

She can be sweet, she can be fun,

But push her too far and you'll see what you've done.

Her eyes, they sparkle, with a touch of defiance,

Her laughter echoes with a hint of compliance,

But don't let that fool you, she's got a fiery alliance,

With a strength that's been tested, a heart of pure resilience.

She ain't a bitch till you make her one,

She can be your sweetheart, Your partner in rhyme,

But step out of line, cross that line,

And watch as she turn into a storm in her prime.

Her voice is a melody, soothing and kind,

But whisper a threat, and you'll feel her unwind,

Her words become sharper than any sword you could find,

And she'll leave you trembling, begging for more time.

In the shadows she walks, with a grace so divine,

Her heart is an open book, but it's yours to define,

Be gentle, be kind, and she'll always be fine,

But push her too hard, and you'll find you've crossed the line.

By Jules 2/16/2025