With outrage, she said, "May the body of the man
who uses his hand
to strike a woman
be paralyzed.
May the weaklings be broken
by women outspoken
by other men of token
and ostracized.
May their blood be fuel
to continue the duel
to feed them gruel
and no compromise.
May mercy overlook them
and vengence overtake them
by waves of violence
that brought their insolence."
When she stopped boiling, and only simmered, she said,
"He will never have power
only power to cower
through a deadly shower
and false confidence.
He may strike and break
and give then take
but his honor's at stake
replaced with pestilence."
When she fully cooled, she said,
"May God guide him
forgive him
and let him see the truth before him
that a woman must be honored."
When her love settled in, she said,
"I wish he never left."
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