you think you're pretty clever, don't you? <br />no law can touch you now. <br />no marks are left upon my skin, <br />but scratches coat the heart within. <br />it doesn't matter, Misogynist; <br />you got away with such misprision. <br /> <br />now all my plans are cracked and wait; <br />gathering dust, anticipate, <br />bound to some island of noble regard, <br />where i might walk upon those lonely shards. <br /> <br />irenic not irascible, never one to hate, <br />i haven't the strength to ignore your wake. <br />you must be pleased as i must pend; <br />my innocence i lent in hand. <br /> <br />child was frightened, so it grew cold; <br />though purity wasn't all you stole. <br /> <br />you don't ever stop to wonder, do you? <br />you could care less for me now. <br />the oldest child to ever live <br />didn't even fight; played dead and let you win. <br />it doesn't matter, Misogynist, <br />you're just the reason i can't exist.<br /><br />Kitty Marie Lucas<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/woman-hater/
