She wasn't Medusa,

She wasn't Medusa,

But she can turn a man into stone with a single glance.

The words she spoke

Made every women believe they were in a trance.

They all know what happened.

Why she is the way she is.

Powerful in stance

Shaken in the fists. 

They knew what had happened to her,

Defiled in her own home.

With a man she barely knows,

And a mother with love that barely shows.

All but tears that kept a steady flow. 

Her gods eyes that dim a red glow.

Sin, No home now.

Being hunted by the species that degraded her,

Given her the name of monster.

Ran towards her with their heads held high,

And in the end, raising hers higher,

This poem is about: 
Our world

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