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the recital of Medusa is one of utter disgust,
it was in a shrine where she became prey to Poseidon's lust
repulsed by the abominable exploit, all she felt was distrust
seeking homage; she bolted away to Athena, with her soul wholly crushed
she was granted- the gift of snakes, turning men to stone under one apathetic gaze
they all labeled her a monster; kept her relentlessly shunt
but ask a woman, and she'll declare;
Medusa was just a doomed yet virtuous maid;
pawn of patriarchy's fallacious games,
authentically robust and resiliently feminine were her ways
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Throes of Spring ✔️
Poetry[FEATURED] godhood is just like girlhood: a begging to be believed
