She seemed fragile
She seemed so small
So he did not respect her at all,
He treated her like a possession
Thought that he was her obsession,
He was condescending to her face
Treated her like no more than a waste,
But she knew better and bided her time.
Then one night when he took her home
She left in the lounge all alone,
And returned in garments of leather and lace
And explained that if he traced,
Back her ancestry he would find
A lineage of warrior Queens throughout time,
And that she was no different from them
And that if he did not bow down now
And humble himself it would be his end,
Strapped to her back he saw her quiver
That was enough to make him shiver,
At her side a huge broadsword
And along her sleeve the knife he saw,
Dropping to his knees her then blubbered
Please warrior Queen take mercy on me,
She looks down upon his body
Not so big and disrespectful now,
She told him to, from now on to change his ways
Or they would meet up once again,
He got up and nodded and ran out
He got her message without a doubt,
That women no matter how tiny and fragile they seem
Women deserve respect and not to be treated mean.
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