Just four\u00a0years old, I was.
\nA toddler,\u00a0still, but a talkative one.<\/p>\n
The year was 1963.
\nA day in history
\nNone would soon forget.<\/p>\n
His name was Richard.
\nA man of many years
\nAnd much power,
\nApparently.<\/p>\n
There was a party at my house –
\nOne that celebrated
\nThe pending death
\nOf a man.<\/p>\n
Richard was jealous
\nOf the man.<\/p>\n
He wanted his job.<\/p>\n
I said, “let’s take turns.”
\nAnd
\nTo make a long story short,
\nHe slapped me for saying it.
\nBecause girls can’t have jobs.<\/p>\n
Then another man said
\n“Richard, she’s just a kid.”<\/p>\n
To which he replied:
\n“Don’t use my name.”<\/p>\n
He turned, looked straight at me
\nAs I cried.
\nMy face stinging and red,
\nTears not dried.<\/p>\n
“She’s smart. She’ll remember.”<\/p>\n
Years later, Richard went down
\nIn tricky flames. Poor Richard.<\/p>\n
I’m more than just smart.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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