A girl with snakes



A monster they called me

When I turned him to stone


A curse 

Or a blessing

I asked myself each day


A beautiful woman 

Turned vile

Guns for hands

And a new will to defend


The man smelling of the sea

Took my only freedom 

And no one came when I screamed

He was stronger than me

I too weak to defend


I looked in the mirror

This I will protect

A beautiful woman 

Hardened on the street

Newfound purpose 

In lead barrels and gun powder


Shaved my head to blend in

With the ranks of the rascals

I followed home he who would harm

A ravine filled with victims

Who will never make victims of her


A new purpose-built from pain

All men fear my name

Don't dare look into my eyes

Hungry eyes make a perfect target


City by city 

A snake preys on men

Not just out for her own revenge


For all the girls who need saving

For all the men who need to pay


Medusa is on the hunt


This poem is about: 
Our world


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