Medusa

Art by serendipity

medusa had the right idea i believe.

a cave on a mountain seems the best way to go, watch their eyes as you turn them to stone. hold their lives in the palm of your hand, let no more men tell you what you believe, shatter them and their preconceived notions.

if i was her, i would never leave, escape to where i would be exempt from the rule, the exception because when a man came into my space and said “i thought you liked this” all i could say back was, “i was 15,” oh how i wished i had snakes for hair and weapons for eyes,

instead my hair is curly, perfect for someone to grab in their hand and say you’re mine now, it hurts, that the way of the system that wasn’t made for us to succeed will make us bleed to survive, was I made to be broken?

i carry pepper spray with me and plan to go into politics.

sparta would have welcomed us with open arms, a warrior society, where violence was encouraged and reciprocation too, castrate him with a knife if he touches you, forget chopping the hydra’s heads off, we already know two more grow back in its place

become a vigilante and turn them all to stone, scream at them and stop playing nice, once they’d diagnose you with hysteria, now they deem you a SJW and pray for your death.

only through empowerment can anything be changed, with the collective rage of thousands set the world on fire, and dance in the ashes of what remains

i wish i was medusa, as tragic as her life was, because she at least had an advantage

an advantage that ultimately killed her in the end, because her snakes for hair and weapons for eyes

were something that men didn’t understand and so claiming to be heroes, brought on her demise