Do you feel good as you laugh in the face of her pain,
When you are the knife that cut her?
Do you feel empowered as the truth of what you are runs down her face in tears,
When you are the mask that deceived her?
Do you feel righteous as you dismiss the shattered pieces of someone who loved you,
When you were the hammer who broke her?
Do you feel like a man when you shove her,
When you were the reason she had to stand up for herself in the first place?
Here’s the thing about a woman:
You can break her, knock her down.
But you will never own her spirit.
And when she rediscovers her power…
Because hell hath no fury like a woman scorned.