• I remember the day we met
    After my father past away.
    Your words were kind and soft,
    Like a sword to keep foes at bay.

    Your words felt true and soft,
    A blade that would protect me,
    But the real blade hidden away
    Only after the wedding I see.

    The protecting blade was only a sheath
    Hiding the real blade away.
    Now your true self is revealed
    Keeping mother and me at bay.

    Your words now gash at us
    Inflicting wounds on our souls.
    Every word you spit at us
    Just leaves new scars and holes.

    You kept this up for years,
    No end to your ruthless attack.
    It's now time I use my sword,
    To unsheathe it and strike back!

    The sharp edges of words
    Swinging wildly back and forth!
    Every insult you swing at me,
    I give one back of equal worth.

    Now every time you say your blades,
    Mine will come forth and protect.
    Until you leave for us to be free,
    i will fight back, and your words I reject.