She knelt upon her knees
Begging him please
Then she picked herself up from the floor
Stared him in the eye, I am not your whore
On her heel she spun
This time she had won
Gone from his sight
Disappearing into the night
Her life became her own
As she stood there on her throne
From this day forward amongst all the rest
You bow before me the queen of the nest
Her worth now intact
She took herself back
Taller with pride
Taking it in stride
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