Sirens

We weren't singing for you

We aren’t posting for you

You call us vane?

Yet you picture us this way 

In your mind

Made us look at ourselves like 

Those men who made those old Renaissance paintings

Those Greek sculptures who made us hold a mirror in our marble hands

(and then called us vane!)

But I’m doing this for me

We've carved out our place 

Our phone screens those rocks

To hide us from you

(Those drunken sailors aren’t as scary now)

But you can still see us

The glass no longer obscures our face but

Our voice

Is now lost

Drowned out by the comments of men

And the static of the web 

(No not Arachne’s)

And men no longer can hear

(But they like it better now)

They say we’re surrounded by their brothers

Rotting corpses of men who

We’ve hunted

and tempted

(With what? Our faces?)

But we are just living

We are just singing

We are just posting

(But we still have no voice)