I am the
Self-righteous
Self-loathing ingrate
Because strong soldiers can’t be
Weak lovers
Can’t be a woman with a
Weak soul
Let’s mole me like putty
Be whatever you want me to be
I am a shape-shifter to you.
The obedient woman
One who was strong
Bows to you
Inflexible to others
But no,
Unprotesting to you
So willing to bend
To break
Yes master, I bow to you
You are the ruler for me.
What a ruined strength
What a waste of such fire.
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