Modern Medusa
a girl is not her own
a beauty, an object, a desire
denied by love, denies love - death
rip her heart, rip her clothes
rip her hair, rip her heart
fire begins from within
fierce and grotesque
magnificence turns malevolent
because of man, Greek God, my love
beauty of within posioned - turned inside out
a girl is not her own
turns her violation to violence
turns her tongue to lashes
turns her heart stone cold
cursing, spitting, hissing
wonderment of the wrath of Women
a girl is her own
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