you think you're pretty clever, don't you?
no law can touch you now.
no marks are left upon my skin,
but scratches coat the heart within.
it doesn't matter, Misogynist;
you got away with such misprision.

now all my plans are cracked and wait;
gathering dust, anticipate,
bound to some island of noble regard,
where i might walk upon those lonely shards.

irenic not irascible, never one to hate,
i haven't the strength to ignore your wake.
you must be pleased as i must pend;
my innocence i lent in hand.

child was frightened, so it grew cold;
though purity wasn't all you stole.

you don't ever stop to wonder, do you?
you could care less for me now.
the oldest child to ever live
didn't even fight; played dead and let you win.
it doesn't matter, Misogynist,
you're just the reason i can't exist.

Kitty Marie Lucas

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/woman-hater/