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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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