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What dreadful fate is to be born

out of the semen of a randy god

and placed in the realm of heroes

as a woman; as something men think

they must own, must woo, conquer,

deal as they please or simply steal.


What strange prophesy must be fulfilled?

What twisted game of ironic gods

demands she be so perfect, that even

Aphrodite will use her as a bribe

to someone as worthy as that Paris,

for something as precious as an apple.


Stolen once, then once again, the toy

of daring men who never knew

the colour that she liked, the beating

of her heart when not immersed in fear,

the child that would cry on Troy’s walls

for the absence of her brothers.


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