She's Broken Poem by Frank Obose

She's been through alot,
I'll have said hell and back,
But i've realized hell is her abode,
The very territory of an enemy,
She wakes up each morning,
Frown on her face,
Her legs hitting the ground,
The lion in her den still abound
I wonder how she manages a smile,
She has to tame her lion,
Day after day keeping him cool,
She's a woman of great courage,
Each day close to his teeths,
Seeking how to not be the meat,
To kneel with the tray,
And not be the prey.
She would have left his grasp,
But she doesnt want his roar,
So she keeps her cool,
That doesnt keep him cool,
She's battered and broken,
All her comfort is in her cubs,
He was to be her shielder,
Has been the archer,