He showed her the dominance of a man.,
told her she was beneath him and needed a man to protect her,
to save her from the clutches of the world.
A world filled with men exactly like him.
But she knew her strengths, knew where she belonged.
She didn’t need an armour to hide behind, she was a sword,
and a sword knows how to strike.
The wild reader with a cat 
Oh wow! This is sooo powerful! I am a sword! Love it!
Thank you Ritu. 🙂
A polished sword…. never been used; what value lies in that?
~B
A sword knows how to cut even for the first time, especially the polished ones.
Polish anything long enough and begins to shine…..☺☻
~B
This is awesome! Very powerful. I love it!
Thank you Lisa. 🙂
There is truth here.
Thank you Daphne. 🙂