My dear Medusa,
A victim of your own demise.
Your beauty and grace brought you to the end of your own life.
The villain in every story…
Turning men into stone.
Every story that man has ever told.
Do they not see, that they created what you would be?
They forged it by sword in the hot sea.
Because men take everything, especially those they cannot reach.

My dear Medusa,
You see, your story doesn’t end with me.
You’re a survivor, from your roots all the way to the branches on your tree.
A survivor of abuse, misguided power, and grief.
You helped us see light where it wasn’t supposed to be and
One day we will have them on their knees