Wounded Poem by Sam Boehms

Men injure, they fracture, they maim.
Women break, they dishearten, they cripple.
Wounds from men hurt at the source
and men have the means to heal them.
A woman's wound punctures deep inside,
it is intangible and it can kill.
A wound from a man requires action,
a blow, a slice, a stab, a volley.
A wound from a woman requires only words
and never do they miss their mark
for the heart is small but vital
and with women us men will expose it broad.
I would rather take a hundred arrows,
a hundred hangings, a hundred deaths,
than just one wound from a woman
for a man you can hate for hurting
but with a woman's wound love still remains intact.