Proud muscle
Battered and bruised
A child, proud of strength
And power
That came with skinned knees and bruised shins
Launching –
Into flight
Or fury
To all who opposed
Her fierce will
But, they admonished
If you have scars
No one will marry you
Unattractive knees
Belied her fate
Slowly, then
Slowly,
She grew less fierce,
Less furious
Less frenzied
[– in all things, great and small]
And they were happy
So happy
Never realizing they
Created
Far deeper
Scars
[of their own]
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Carly Zee
Carly Zee is a poet and writer and lover of the finer things in life — like good wines, dark chocolate, and erotica. She finds myself seeking pleasure over reason on far too many occasions, and will, in all likelihood, continue to do so. To come along for the ride, you can connect with Carly through https://carlyzee.wordpress.com/