I will keep my head up and when my chin starts drooping, I will slap it back into location.
When their words fly darts of Pit Bull viciousness, I will smile in my heart because I know even if he is silent, my God sees everything.
Even when the temptation to respond raises quick like the cheetah out for a meal, I bite my tongue to keep my storm at bay.
I am encouraged by the words of the Good Book, I find comfort in knowing that nothing is wrong with me because scores attack.
Attack with their matching red coated armies because I decide to wait for sex. It is my decision and if I perhaps change course in the future, it is still my decision.
So I live to raise another day because of the mercies of God not to rage holy war with anyone but to live peacefully with all men.
Not because I am afraid because I have two blood mix that can shut down these fool but because God has done a number on my heart.
I am not cantankerous, needy and hiding under a cloak of much needed attention (that is the issue with many motor mouths), so quarrelling does not appeal to my nature.
May God deal with them.