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Medusa |
Women's hair is dangerous
cover it up!
It might incite a man to lust,
turn him rock hard.
Women's eyes are dangerous
keep them modestly downcast!
They might make a man feel small
and insignificant.
Poor Medusa,
they feared you so much
they sent you into exile.
But they kept coming, didn't they?
They couldn't resist you.
You spent your days in your sculpture garden,
your gaze caressing the marble hips,
those hard muscles.
You had fine taste in statues.
But they kept coming.
Perseus came armed,
so terrified of the power of your eyes,
the allure of your flowing locks,
he couldn't even look in your direction.
He held up a mirror,
your first glance at yourself.
You were transfixed
by your own beauty
your own power.
You paid the price,
of course,
as all of us do
when men realize
who really
holds the power.
Our gaze can
turn men to stone
our hair can
incite them to lust.
When we realize
our beauty
our power
we will end
our isolation
and rise up as one.
We are the serpents
in the garden.
We are one.
One beauty.
One power.
Gorgons, all,
and proud.
copyright 2016
Gwyndyn
Alexander |
