Every Girl down in Girlville

Believed she could fight

It made them feel empowered

It seemed like a right

It was something important they valued a lot

But the Grinch, at the CDC in Atlanta, did NOT!

 

He hated that women could learn how to fight

He hated that women

Did not need his oversight!

He hated that fighting was not just for guys,

He hated that fighting wasn’t driven by size.

Now please don’t ask the reasons, no one knows the whys.

 

It could be that his funding was a little too tight

Or that his head wasn’t screwed on just right.

 

But whatever the reason, his thinking or his monies,

The Grinch fumed in Atlanta at those feminist honeys

Who taught women to yell and to become empowered

They’d see those who crossed them’d be thoroughly devoured.

 

“They’ll have sex just when they want to!

They’ll enforce their own boundaries!

They’ll stop sexual assailants!”

Oh, the Grinch, he was foundering.

 

And the more that the Grinch thought, his heart growing cold

The more he hated self-defense and women all bold.

“They’ll insist they can resist and not do as they’re told!

 

This was all just keeping a set gender chasm.

The Grinch’s frail ego was starting to spasm,

“It’s as though they can act with their own damn intention!

It’s destroying the idea of bystander intervention!”

 

So the Grinch thus declared, with a determined sneer,

“I must stop women from fighting this year!”

 

And then the Grinch got a plan that was terribly grinchy

Terribly, status-quo awfully grinchy.

 

He’d dress like a bystander and take all their might.

The knights, they would win, ‘coz the damsels shouldn’t fight.   

 

So off on his mission the Grinch quickly went

To save girls from themselves, with cis-gendered intent

From shelter to campus

From campus to class

The Grinch stole self-defense classes

There’d be no kicking ass!

 

He stole all their kick shields,

Unplugged all Nordic Tracks.

He took punching bags and focus pads

And just left the Rape-Axe.

 

He slithered and slunk through all-women dojos

The sensei was out, or she’d have dispatched him solo.

 

He got stuck only once, for a minute, just when

He stole self-defense data from the desk of Biden

In the VP’s own office, he mimicked Joe’s patter

“We don’t need self-defense, only bystanders matter!”

 

Two thousand feet up, right up Sawnee Mountain

The Grinch took equipment and data – discounting

The spirt of Girls down in Girlville who knew

Their empowerment wasn’t his call to eschew

 

“How scared they’ll all be,” he smugly thought to himself

“They’ll need rescuing now, they’ll need help from myself.

They can’t do it without me! And now that it’s clear

Their plaintive help cries I just simply must hear”.

 

But as the Grinch dangled his takings over the crevasse below

He heard, down in Girlville, a resounding “NO!”

 

Every Girl down in Girlville, the tall and the small

Could still fight–and without his approval at all!

 

“No, you won’t take our power, whether Grinch or White House

We’ll continue to fight – it’s our right, you big louse.”

 

Because the Girls in Girlville knew what the Grinch thought he’d win

Fighting spirit is something that comes from within.

 

And the Grinch, with his grinch-feet ice cold in the snow

Stood puzzling and puzzling – how coud it be so?

He puzzled and puzzled till his puzzler was sore

Then the Grinch thought of something he hadn’t before.

 

“Maybe safety,” he thought, “doesn’t come from a vow

Or a pledge or a poster or website – and now…

I see that while bystanders might still have their place

So too can girls make safe their own space.”

 

“Maybe safety,” he thought, “should be theirs for the taking

“not something to wait for me and boys to be making.”

 

And what happened then?

Well in Girlville, they say

The Grinch read all the data and for self-defense, made way

 

And then the true meaing of safety came through

And the Grinch called his colleagues, and told them that, too.

 

And all those with funding, all those with clout

Embraced self-defense training, putting aside all their doubt.

 

They returned the equipment, they shared all the data

They finally saw self-defense training was better

Better than waiting for changes to land

Better than hoping that help was at hand

Better because, while those things might be coming

The Girls down in Girlville would send the rapists running.

 

And with this new knowledge, they reminded them all

All those in rape prevention, the tall and the small,

That self-defense training wasn’t something awful

But was something to foster, and cheer, after all.

 

–The End–

Wishing you an empowering start to the holiday season –

Jill and Martha