“Show some respect; better be good to me” is all she required.
She was sick and tired of being his private dancer. She had the power
to render him senseless – yes, he was a typical male!
One of the living dolls, she was a powerful action figure in a five foot,
six inch frame. Her name was not “Honey” or “Baby”.
She is Hope, and she offered as good as her name.
All the same, Hope sprung, eternally caring and nurturing,
suturing her shredded heart to start over every time.
She wore no disguise/ no cape, she did not need to hide behind some
altered ego. Purely, what you get, is what you see.
Simply the best time was back where she started, full hearted
and ready to break every rule for love. Now she tells him to shove it!
She is a woman up to the challenge, ready to take on any battle
her man thought mundane. She had been willing to do things with him;
she was sick of doing things FOR him. Ready to serve herself,
she didn’t wanna fight, and she was right, “What’s love got to do with it?”
Hope packed his bag and pointed him toward the Nutbush City’s limits.
She would do fine without him. After all, she had Hope!

She didn’t need another hero!

(C) Walter J Wojtanik, 2014

Based on the songs of Tina Turner


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