Everyone saw him bullying me.
You tried to calm him!
I guess it was my fault,
“once again” showing up
woman and black.
You get what you want.
A mirror of who you are!
I got what I wanted 
to be rid of toxic masculinity.
I’d rather write about it.
In that place, I’m safe!
Joyce, “She’s a poet.”
Gary, laughed out loud!
I dimpled smiled back.
He didn’t know he was a poem.
Ha, ha this is yours.