A Woman’s song

Destined by an angry fellow,

hastened by her Mother's bellow,

beaten back by all lifes' weather,

gagged and bound with pinching teather,

swindled, fooled, taken for granted,

forever damaged by cruel words chanted.

She stood with deep set battle scars,

and cursed the fate trapped in the stars.

For she was born for greater things,

and she would fly with broken wings.

Virtue and a woman's courage,

were strength enough for her to flourish.