Bitches of Steel
like a knife.
It will save you, engrave you, embossed of your families right.
Its measured swords weight a measure of those gravest to danger.
When, with just a glitter of its steely blue ballpoint,
at a last moments notice,
it provides a most astonishing deep wounding.
The scar from which takes them
oh so many years to heal.
Ladies learn to use your pen to harm, hurt, nuture, steal
starve, predict, merger and heal.
As is neccessary and further, make right or perjur
when all else cannot...make sure you can
still weld it to the kill.
Labels: poems on women
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