I hear the rumors of the swine
I know they think I'm mad
I cannot help but hurt what's mine
My empathy's gone bad
I whip and maim and bleed girls low
I bathe in blood and screams
I make their endings foul and slow
And shred them at the seams
Their fathers think me fang and wings
A demon sent from hell
I lick their blood from lips and rings
And sing a soft farewell
They never think that it's a lie
This cutout in a crown
No, I'm a witch with wicked eyes
A girl they want to drown
A tale as old as Eden is
They paint us girls as snakes
And crucify us for their bliss
With rumors that are fakes
But in the end, I do not die
A myth in blood they wrought
A demon who can sail the sky
Whose youth is dire bought
There're worse things for a girl to be
Than feared beyond all sense
I wonder what they'd think of me
Without the dark suspense
Would they hate me even still
For daring to stand tall
Or would they always wish me ill
Because I would not fall
Such questions do not soothe my soul
The damage has been done
But I believe it's good to know
The lies that men have spun
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Wicked Women
PoetryWicked Women is a collection of poems written from the eyes of history's most maligned and hated women. This collection explores what motivated these "evil" women to commit murders, robberies, and other infamous crimes and offers a glimpse beyond th...
