Warnings: This is based on the myth of Medusa, so, non-con
It was such a vile act
Too horrid for me to forget
I screamed for help from anyone
A broken cry that was not met
He tore me down on hallowed ground
Without a care for wrong or right
And when he left I could not move—
I'm sure I was a sorry sight
But then a woman came at last
And I thought that meant I'd be saved
For surely she would understand
What men can do when they're depraved
Instead she cursed me for my pain
As if I asked for this abuse
And though I tried to plead my case
I soon learned that there was no use
That day I changed forever more
Both in my head and in my heart
'Cause I no longer care for men
Nor women stuck on being "smart"
For they said to be malleable
But I think I'd rather be free
Shamed me twice, so now you'll see
What kind of villain I can be
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Poems to Leave Streaks of Ink
PoetryAnd I'd rage at the monsters, But that's the task of fools, Who cannot bring themselves to know, Monsters are humans' tools... I write poems like this, just usually longer...feel free to give some of them a read:)
