My mind is a weapon

Of reason, and choice

My body is armor, tiny and mighty

My feet may be small, my heels may be spikes

I won’t slip, or wobble

I avoid the cobblestones

I sashay

I stand on solid ground

When required of me, I take my stance

 If you decide to cross the line

Right here, right now

This second, this minute, this time

My warning to you

Do Not Cross The Line!

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