Now, Medusa was never thought

To be the one, oh so hot!

Or the one that caught a glance

From the boy at last week’s dance.

 

Medusa was the one who sat

Staring at some abandoned group chat.

Scrolling, scrolling, scrolling up

Towards the time before her anti-glow-up.

 

Medusa wasn’t always so unsightly--

In fact the was a time that she glowed brightly.

She shined in the faces of all who saw

Her glorious, glowing, wonderous awe.

 

But there are some who do not know

That there is naught that we do owe.

And so, from Medusa, he did steal

All that she had; she became his next meal.

 

And for his crimes, who’d have thought!

That the principal of Athens would have brought

Fourth some terrible, twisted, pitying verdict

To make her some unlikeable thing, far less than perfect.

 

Snaking hair and protective scales,

Green-tinged skin and long sharp nails.

Sat alone, as Athena made it,

There we saw our newfound misfit.

 

Medusa languished under this curse,

She let her mind become truly immersed

In the loathing, anguish, and sorrow.

She wondered, “Why stay for any tomorrow?”

 

But Medusa soon found a boiling within:

A fiery burning--from her toes to her chin.

She couldn’t sit by and let that boy win!

No, she wouldn’t let Athens keep that ignorant grin.

 

She picked up a sign and a pen and a speaker

And screamed to the gods for the ones who were weaker.

She’d fight do the death--tooth, nail, and bone--

She’d fight off the cruel deeds, turn them into stone.

 

So, to all the girls who let themselves go,

Beaten by the wrongs of some wannabe beau.

You ought, yourself, to learn her lesson:

Cast them off! Fight for your deserved self blessin’.