I no longer am naïve,
even when you deceive.
I no longer crumple on the floor,
when you walk in the door.
I no longer flinch,
from your loving clinch.
I no longer cower at the raise hand,
even when you demand.
I no longer need to feel
as you continue to steal.
I no longer need to feel the blade,
as it performs a skin raid.
I no longer feel your whirl,
For I am not your little girl!