She sits quiet but seething
Taught what to think, not how
Her damaged psyche
Is just learning to seek
The company of women
Who, like her
Bear scars she wishes to excise
She knows she has the power
Within her to unravel the thread
That's kept her bound to men
Not a single one of whom
Has been any good for her
She is ready to become one
With the whole
She will be part of "we"
Yes.
