A Woman is a Fortress

As young girls we’re taught

that our bodies are a temple,

to be protected & cared for.

To be cherished,

not only by ourselves,

but those who find themselves 

inside.

We are meant to feel safe,

only inside the armor we call skin.

So why is it that every time he touches me,

my blood boils and my armor sheds?

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