MEdusa TOO

She was once a beauty,

but now she's a hideous creature, 

damaged from the inside outwards.

She did nothing wrong,

but was it?

Was it her sole fault that she was raped?

Raped and torn apart physically and mentally. 

Was it her fault that she has to forever live with

her unjustified punsihment?

Brutal punishment.

A lost soul in a world of power.

Power buys the soul of others. 

Power that let the innocent suffer.

Power that is selfless and cruel.

A damaged soul,

a damaged woman.

But looks can kill,

her only protection from the

memories of before.

The hungry and greedy eyes of a man

no longer hurts her.

In return it hurts them.

Now who has the power?

This poem is about: 
My community
My country
Our world

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