Medusa's Gift
A monster is what they call me,
But they know my story not,
For a man in power abused me,
Then left me thrown in a parking lot,
I cried and pleaded to my goddess,
But it seemed she thought I was to blame,
She said I was a liar for I had broken my promise,
And all I could see was her eyes as they turned to flames,
She said “my dear child, you will suffer no more,”
Then waved her hand and spoke in the ancient words,
I cried and wept as my hair fell to the floor,
But when I rose again I had a hunger for justice among my world,
So I took my vengeance on those who wronged a woman,
I turned them into statutes for me to play,
For raping a woman in nothing short of inhuman,
That is why I have made them pay,
I see now that my goddess did not blame me,
But instead gave me a gift for me to use,
So now me will not dare touch me instead they prefer to flee,
I have lived for centuries and have nothing else to loose
All I can say now is, “I am here for you as it happened to ME TOO.”
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