Eucalee

The shunned creature : a poem of two parts

Medusa 

When the god violated her 

And stripped her of innocence 

It was her beauty that was blamed

And punished 

She got turned into a villain 

Which she never was. 

Why do they torment 

Always the victim 

And not the perpetuator? 

And a 1000 years later,  

Same thing  

Ever repeating 

In a world where beauty turns into curse

Monstrosity left under veils 

And the poor girls always the victim

Born a beauty  

And dies a monster 

Like medusa. 

Women 

She is deemed unworthy  

Incapable of nothing

Always an insignificant being 

In a world filled with men 

A consciousness that is lowly, 

Her ideas thrown into a pit. 

A Witch when she rebels 

A slut when she is violated 

An imbecile when she shouts. 

She is 

Like a bird kept hostage 

showcased for their beauty 

Caged and left alone  

For the male gaze to take pleasure,

While the girl trapped with themselves

And their dreams. 

It is her whose emotions  

Are the kindest 

Whose womb speaks of love 

Whose smile can warm hundreds From within  

She burns like a phoenix  

For the love she never got 

Her heart puts forth a knife with every beat

For her tormentors that took her life away

And there she goes to reclaim her

life Deemed worthy.

-Sana Parveen