circe the underestimated
torn down until
laughs dissapated and
humiliation was overrun.
told to let those
with actual power
fix the chaos encapsuling
the broken world.
she said no.
no more being told,
it is time to tell.
share the horrors
of an eternity of woes.
fight for what
was taken and
reclaim her freedom.
perfecting her craft,
gleaming in the grime
beset in her figerbeds
from years of
supressed witchcraft.
she parallels the modern
women's movement.
yelling at the top
of our lungs:
ME TOO.
the opression that
will no longer be
tolerated.
no more being told,
it's time to tell.
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