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SONG OF WOMEN

“I am Lady Macbeth, trade milk for gall

Lilith and Eve, genesis of downfall

Wicked Witch of the West, stuff of nightmares

The Evil Queen, murderer of the fair

I am Cruella de Vil; psychotic,

Murderous, hater of dogs and laughter

“More women have been lost to marriage than

To war, famine, disease and disaster”

I am Medusa, Martian man-eater

Pandora, a curse on humanity

Mother of Wrath, Gluttony, Greed, Sloth, Pride,

Zeus’ nine muses of Lust and Envy”

When a girl is born, she is told to repeat the above without bias.

She drinks the poison and like lambs to the slaughter,

It binds to her blood and spreads like a virus

Into stolen smiles in the mirror and her own daughter.


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