I Am Cassandra, Bearer of Bad News
I was named after
A woman who no one ever
Listened to
Cassandra
Bearer of bad news
Speaker of truths
Begging to be heard
I understood,
Her pain
Perhaps
All women understand
What it is like to be
Cassandra
Begging to be heard
Crawling on our knees
Dismissed are our words
Begging for them, please
Please listen, my
Tears glisten
Throat is raw
I tell the truth!
I cry out
Please, please listen
Because I am Cassandra
Bearer of bad news
Speaker of truths
I may be ignored
But I am unrelenting
Because I am Cassandra
Bearer of bad news
Speaker of truths
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