Her lineage

Sep 6, 2024

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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