medusa
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I am a gift of aphroditie the goddess of love,beauty and pleaser
yet i have the caurse of heartbreak, and unpleasable
I am blessed by medusa the holy woman of wisdom and battle
Medusa, Queen of Snakes,
but yet a gentle soul,
and all she wanted to do was bake,
so she grabbed the coal
and began to work on making the bread
and all accross the land
they knew her name,
Gorgon, they cry.
Hideous, repulsive, Terrible
So ugly she'd freeze you in your tracks-- forever.
But her ugliness is hard won
And she wears it with a chin held high,
Medusa,
With her sweet words and flaxen curls, soft skin and kind eyes,
Was beautiful, ethereal in her manner and dress, memorable in the minds of all who met her.
And this was her downfall.
If Medusa was a modern-day woman, I imagine she would be a part of the MeToo movement.
That sneaky Medusa,
Far trickier than you're used 'ta
She'll come through your phone
And turn you right into stone
Don't be fooled by snapchat filters
She's the real deal, mister!
As her hips sway to rhythm of song,
She mischievously tempts young fools along.
Her matted mound of curly hair
And viscious, cold, icy glare
Leaves all the men imobile as stone
Medusa was an ugly girl,
Or so the stories told.
Her looks might not have been ideal,
But she had a heart of gold.
He wanted her,
so he took her.
With violence and thrashing and might.
He left her on shore with nothing
but the foam lapping at her limp feet
and the rising sun reflecting off of her hair
Attacked on the steps of my own church,
I sought the guidance of god.
She granted me protection,
A shield turned weapon,
to turn the head of any attacker,
“Click...Clack” the heels hit the ground at a rhythm. Hiss!!! The snakes glare forward with their heads held high each wearing designer Ray-Ban sunglasses that shimmer in the sun.
Her unseeing eyes see me,
More clearly than I could ever have dreamed.
Her kindness envelops me like sunlight,
Chasing away terrors that have haunted me since the day
Where have the Old Gods gone?
Athena walks around college campuses
Books in her bag
And a switchblade under her tongue
Phorcys and Ceto, two siblings so close,
They birthed three healthy gorgons out of passionate throes.
Two of the girls had interests that align,
I died my hair bright red the other day;
now my curls are poisonous snakes.
Twisting, turning, tangling.
We know that in nature, bright colors mean posionous.
I Never Asked Why Me.
I Never Cursed The Names Of Those Who Bashed Me Thinking Their Words Meant Nothing
Through Tiny Screens In Their Hands.
I Didn't Consider Myself A Victim,
There once was a woman,
with skin like cream and features fair,
with eyes of emerald green;
with a robust body and fine gold hair.
You look at me
and it's for the first time, mind you
and with all you can see
you miss my snakes hissing from the top of my head
So I look down at you
because it's the first time for me too
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natural or social phenomenon, and typically involving supernatural beings or events.
Another day. Another stone
Another potential boyfriend gone
Meeting face to face won't work for me
Because those I meet tend to freeze
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.
The Greek white columns stood fierce and erect--
all things I only wish I could be.
I stepped into the courthouse
Afraid and uncertain,
The Mask You Wear
No one would mess with Medusa
With her tangled hair like snakes
Oh the things she’d do to ya’
my hair used to be my most prized possession
(so i cut it shoulder-length and dyed it black)
as were my dignity and worth, but right now
She found me in pieces,
Broken in an alley.
Picked me up,
Carried me home and gave me a bed to rest in.
I dreamt
of Him….
Potential prom queenBeautiful and readyFriend to the school trophyTrophy girl to an earthquake
Potential prom queenBeautiful and readyA week left to goAnd his eyes where they should not be
Medusa;
The watch me as my hair slithers and they tremble in fear
This head is filled with so much pain
This body, beautiful but broken
They try to build me up
But brick can’t hold forever I tell them
according to myth,
the gorgon was not always a monster
until the day she and the god of the sea were caught together on Athena’s sacred grounds
Medusa started her own trend
Everyone wanted snakes on their head too
But Posiden wouldn't curse them
Medusa started her own trend
Everyone wanted snakes on their head too
But Posiden wouldn't curse them
Cold, stone floor
His fist in my hair
How I wished it could bite
Tear me away
Stop this.
Bare breasts meet marbled columns
stone
i live in a cold world with my cold hands and the cold bodies around me
creating creatures i'll never hold
statues fill my dinner table and if i imagine they are talking to me
they are
Her skin is the ebony of tree bark,
Her hair and her uniform are both writhing shades of blue,
for millenia her kind were treated as serpents,
always hiding, scheming, "witches" they cried for centuries.
always eternal was medusa, watching from shadows cast upon
her everglowing face.
Alone in the dark, yet brave
Given the power, you've adapted and slaved.
to the hateful men, and the judgemental stares.
They've taken your innocence
And turned you into tears,
Survival,
It’s what I know best.
It’s painful, and hard,
But also makes us stronger.
And most don’t know my story.
Medusa, Medusa, my love for 3 years.
Medusa's beauty brings me to tears,
With her beautiful green hair.
How I would love for her to notice me.
Medusa never looks my way.
Medusa never removes her glasses.
The Story of Medusa (at college)
By Brooklyn Fellner
I have one thing on my mind
Medusa
The most beautiful, sexy girl that has ever stepped foot on campus
they say that
Medusa was the villain.
wrong and evil,
a force against nature,
and yet all at once a victim
of her own malfeasance.
and yet,
in "re-writing" a myth,
we bring to light
Women are right to fear the dark.
This is what they learn —
Through gentle warnings,
Whispered words —
There, by the sidewalk,
You think you hear hissing.
Only the wind?
Perhaps, or is it
The crown of vipers
Beneath the hood of a passerby.
My computer hums a familiar sound,
The screen, pitch back, springs to life!
The beams of white light break through the night around me.
Familiar noises fill my room-
Sarpedon couldn't get its head around
A woman who wanted to stand her ground
After a non-consensual encounter.
But Medusa didn't let it discount her
For sexuality isn't "corrected."
Boy meets girl. Girl turn boy to stone.
Alone. Alone yesterday. Alone tomorrow. Alone forever.
Girl see river. Girl questions.
Modern medusa is technology,
A digital abyss holding the gaze of stone faces,
A transfixing limitless potential.
A plague of oblivion.
A body belongs to its owner.
And to no one else.
Uterus to cornea.
Let there be no theft.
No discussion or judgement.
Of what goes in and what comes out.
Why was Medusa hated?
A godess known for external beauties
A godness known for unseen beauties
A godess known for bringing life
A godess infamous for stoning life
"You, Medusa, shall be punished," the great Athena said,
The girl replied, "Oh, no! Am I to be dead?!"
Athena laughed, "Ha, ha! Not even close, you foolish girl!"
The clever goddess left in a whirl.
Medusa wasn't cursed
she was protected
her Goddess wanted to give her the world
but when men take without mercy
Athena did what she thought best
even if Medusa was hurting
Medusa .com yes she's caught your eye
You're hypnotized and you don't know why.
She controls everything and has you in a trance
All of your friends are doing the stone-faced dance.
I am a marble statue Forever youngA broken reminent of by gone times A bittersweet reminderA silent echo of times long gone
Temples are quiet places for forbidden kisses,
for moments in which the world does not exist,
but is collapsing, as if the giant holding us up decides
to let us fall, as if no gods can reach us.
She prowls her home, always on guard
Forever weary of intruders, of invaders, of men coming inside.
Remembering the one she had foolishly let in
So long ago now, but far too soon to forget. Always too soon to forget
What did she do to deserve this torture?
What did she do to deserve this pain?
Why must she have snakes suround her,
and now be dead, no, slain?
Why did the Hero come to slay her?
My dear Medusa
you with your ivory skin,
your ebony hair,
your fiery eyes.
Your beauty challenged no other,
you were graceful and clever.
A priestess who was pure,
