So Zeus, you claim to be the man
A man who has slain as many of
His enemies in the football field as
He do to the women who are “blessed” to sleep in his bed.
But how many of those women even wanted to
Be in your bed?
How many of them did you corner?
How many of them did you trapped in
That damn frat party by slipping in a spell
Or two that made them dream of
Geese, bulls, and golden showers
While you STRIKE
While you steal their pride, their dignity,
Their sense of security.
And Hera, you claim to be a feminist, a protector of women.
Here you are silently cheering for your rapist.
Here you are doing your best to silence your fellow women with you
Projecting all of your jealousy and pain from betrayal
Onto them because you are not a peacock but a chicken.