insults can you hurl
to a green girl
till she is shamed
from all you said
and cannot
remove this stain
you embed?

How much
can you smack her
with the back
of a wooden spoon
till she’s afraid
to leave her room?

How much
can she weep
without wetting her sheets
and jiggling as jello
of the shiny yellow belt
flying down hard
leaving her welts
the size of
a deck of cards
in black and red marks?

How much
can you strip
of her dignity
you make-up-haired witch?
You’re all over her like
a fast-spreading itch.

How much
can she take
till the heart in her
breaks?
till her wings
are shorn?
till she'd better off
not born?