Honey Badger with a Warrior Heart

She's five foot nothin' with a fire in her step. Grew up sweepin'

red clay off a front porch deck. Middle Georgia born with a spine

of steel. Tiny little thing but she's the real damn deal. Met her at

the bar on a Saturday night. Whiskey on her breath, eyes wide in

the light. She said, "Don't call me sweet, I ain't fragile,

art." I laughed and told her, "Girl, I know who

you are." She's my honey badger, small but savage. Tougher

than the life she had to manage. Took on the world with four kids