Medusa
I was little
My dad called me
Medusa
I owned
Feral hair
Curls
Snaking
Untamable
Fierce
Growing independent
In any direction
Like me
He said
He said it
With pride
And I believed him
Why wouldn’t I
He was my dad
He knew everything
So I converted to
Independent
I pretended
Fierce
I grew
Untamable
I became myth
Medusa
One who kills
One who dies
For the sake
Of all men
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