Proud muscle
Battered and bruised
A child, proud of strength
And power
That came with skinned knees and bruised shins
Launching –
Into flight
Or fury
To all who opposed
Her fierce will
But, they admonished
If you have scars
No one will marry you
Unattractive knees
Belied her fate
Slowly, then
Slowly,
She grew less fierce,
Less furious
Less frenzied
[– in all things, great and small]
And they were happy
So happy
Never realizing they
Created
Far deeper
Scars
[of their own]
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