Improv of "What Women Want"

I liked the first line of this poem- "I want a red dress."
I wondered though...what made this speaker want a red dress in the first place?

Daddy pushed Mom around
from room to room.
Made her feel lower
than mold on Wonder Bread.
She taught me one thing,
before unloading a Smith 
and Wesson to the base of 
his skull, and changing fox pelts
for orange stripes, a woman's
strength overpowers
any man's muscles.
Her eyes, never 
tearing, stared
and her red acrylics,
dug as police tucked her
into the white squad car.
Her strength, sewn into
the red fabric, now waving goodbye.
My ten year old mind vowing-
I want a red dress too.