High, proud, and mighty she stood.
Chin up, jaws tight, and a powerful glare.
A loose yet fitting uniform, she wore.
Old and wrinkled, stretched at the seams.
She knew how to string all the threads
To fix a man.
Oh! how she used to wrap their wounds
With ribbons flowing from contorted lips.
Using bandages of her poisoned sweetness
To soothe the pain and stop the oozing
Aware of their internal bleeding, they chose
Not to see their images being destroyed.
Day by day they crumbled apart like a house
too old to hold itself steady and strong.
Until one day a man came by with tools
To fix the broken parts of the houses.
He built each one with confidence and laughter
but a bulldozer came to break them down.
In spite of his hard work, of his creation,
He stood in the way
He fought and fought to harm the driver
'Til there was no strength left for him to fight.
He was bulldozed away.
Powerless, afraid, and weak the driver trembles.
Chin bruised, jaws broken, and a cowering stare.
A new and tight uniform, she now wears.
Bound to her feminine curves.
She doesn't know how
To fix a woman.