Medusa
Survival,
It’s what I know best.
It’s painful, and hard,
But also makes us stronger.
And most don’t know my story.
She once was beautiful,
“Should’ve been a goddess,”
He told her so.
He took her by the hand,
Brought her places she’d never been.
She thought it was love.
She was naïve.
Into the temple they went,
There he forced himself onto her.
The goddess found the girl.
She cursed the girl,
“For being impure.”
The girl didn’t want this,
But she had trusted him.
The girl cursed her name.
The curse turned her against herself.
What once was beauty,
Was now twisted and disfigured.
She knew she’d never be the same.
But the girl was a survivor.
Two women found her;
They helped her heal.
They took the girl in.
They bonded,
Becoming thick as thieves.
They were as close as sisters.
For years the girl lived with her sisters,
Until a new person joined them.
He had heard the girl’s story,
And wanted her.
In the dead of night,
He snuck upon her,
And cut off the girl’s head.
It was the ultimate trophy for him.
“But Medusa is a monster!”
The masses cry out.
That’s what the legends make her out to be.
The men are the heroes,
While the women who get hurt are cursed.
Medusa is a survivor.
She was cursed, used, and broken.
She still found a way to survive.
She lived after her bad situation.
I am Medusa,
And I am a survivor.