They slurred me in the paper
Said obscenities and shames
They called me every slander
Every manner of crude names
They hated me right from the start
A rich girl spoiled sick
But I did not put stock in them
I did not care a lick
I should have seen the turning tide
I wanted to have fun
But when they set their hate on me
It blotted out the sun
The things they did were mighty mean
They butchered my best girls
And when I hung my head in shame
I clutched my bloody pearls
They hauled me to the court that day
And painted me a witch
But I would die a fearsome queen
Than tuck-tail as a bitch
I did not give their slurs my time
I did not raise my voice
And when I said they got it wrong
I watched the court rejoice
They did not care that I was dead
In all the ways that count
They hungered for my head to pike
To settle their account
And so I dressed in black stiff clothes
And glared up at the blade
And as they set my head to chop
I did what I was bade
My head came clean without a fuss
My ladies at my side
They bundled my numb body off
To save my broken pride
And so, they think that I'm a wretch
A leech of olden time
But I was just a lonely child
Naivety my crime
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Wicked Women
PoezjaWicked 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...
