I am not a woman scorned

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Exposed to a world of
Inhumanity and torture
You scorned me — yet
I am not a woman scorned
My mind turned frail
Like wilted flowers
Trodden on and berated
Dark souls you created
Damning you made me
An object of your own desires
You scorned a child come, woman,
Who grew up to realize
How immortal you deemed to be
Yet you became unstuck
In your ventures to destroy
Your own offspring
Your child — yet
I had the last laugh
I gained solidarity
Courage to carry on, and
A legacy to all survivors