Standing tall, here in the know,
That talk could knock her down
While the awful future she faced
Stares back at her in a fearful frown.
Setting aside all the worries
Refusing to blend in, amongst the many
She plans her move in trepidation
Trying to dodge the strikes aplenty.
Shamed and berated as the weaker sex
Her facts are tossed away and refuted
From the world she seemed to know
From her known life, to be booted.
Prompt: Sunday Whirl