Elderly Rebel Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Locating an inner strength, holding my own against an
onslaught of illegals trying to take over the laundro-
mat where I wash my clothes.

Standing my ground right in front of a washer, waiting
for it to stop so I can put my clothes in when a man
takes his out of it.

They've all come in together and taken up every single
washer and dryer in the whole Laundromat, which no one
is allowed to do, they are to wait like everyone else.

Having stood my ground, having clothes in two of the
washers, sitting here writing, no one daring to fight
with this old lady rebel of sixty-five.