Worry not Damsel…
In distress you might be,
Amidst the awfully sharp things around you.
So open wounds you see?
Wait for none, it’s for you to sew.
Ironlike problems you face.
Use that for a strong armour.
So what if isn’t shiny like glass?
Still Waiting for the knight? Oh the humour!
Swing out that sword.
You’re done playing naive.
You don’t need no Lord.
It’s not a man and marriage that you crave.
Trust me Damsel,
On your own you owe none.
Your life, you don’t sell.
Gratitude ain’t love, hon’
A Knight is no way better than a queen.
So wear your own shield.
No one wants to know how you’ve been.
So why do you have to keep your lips sealed?
Explode if necessary.
Splash like paint, the blood of the ruthless.
Being sweet is simply an accessory
But strength is an antique Necklace.