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Medusa was a homosexual- Poem

They’d never look me

directly in the eye

lest they be petrified

by an unholy beauty.

Tales of my monstrosity

have been a rallying cry

for the heroes whose morals

forbid my existence.

The courage it must take

to point a finger

at a being whose only sin

was her natural beauty

and call her an abomination.

Though I retreat

to the edge of the world,

they sharpen their swords

and seek me out.

Their hatred haunts me

in the depths of this cave.

I’ll not be at peace

until my head rests

on the blade of their justice.

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