Not That Kind Of Girl Poem by Lorene Kinsey

“I am not to be rescued”,
She said as she stepped
From the doors out into the rain,
“They’ll be no need for a gentleman,
To lend me his coat, umbrella,
Or protection from flooded storm drains—
Nothing is needed to cover my curls
Or to keep my make-up unsmeared,
I am not that sort of girl—will tend to myself, my dear, ”
Wiping the mascara that streaks her face.
“No need for a handkerchief,
a tissue will do just as well, ”
Pressing onward to the duties that await.

“Do not expect I am ungrateful,
For any offer of help, just a
Stubbornly, independent woman,
I can do quite fine for myself.”