When mankind wants to slur a girl
They slap her with my name
A way to call her horrible
But we are not the same
My only wrong was putting first
The Gods I loved in youth
And lying to see Naboth stoned
But why was that uncouth?
My husband lusted after land
As kings were want to do
And Naboth held a healthy share
Was murder so taboo?
It wasn't right for Israelites
To turn their wrath on me
To throw me from a window
Without heeding my plea
Dogs below they tore my skin
And cleaved it from the bone
And licked their lips with bloody tongues
Their owners seized my throne
If all I did was kill one man
And change what God they praised
Then surely I'm no wretch at all
And I'm no woman crazed
Ambition is a worthy trait
Unless you are a girl
Then you better play the ditzy
bond, the peasant, or the churl
If scheming with a sharpened wit
Is better than a blade
Then it applies to females too
For that's an even trade
And if those goons who murdered me
Are watching from below
I hope my namesakes aren't afraid
To give those pricks a show
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Wicked Women
PoëzieWicked 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...
