Circe
- curiouslitmageditors
- Apr 18, 2021
- 2 min read
Updated: Apr 25, 2021
By Cassidy Tyler
Featured art: Standing Woman by Abbott Handerson Thayer
Her magic is only feared because she has a “man’s” temper
She is unwilling to tolerate your entitlement
Just because she has a uterus doesn’t mean she your property
Just because she welcomed you to her home doesn’t mean you have an invitation to her body
You have overstayed your welcome
She showed who you are so your sons can learn from your privilege
Odysseus was not the first man she had put in his place
Just because you are a man doesn’t mean you have to be a pig
She taught you a lesson you didn’t like
Well you touched her in a way she didn’t like
She isn’t evil
she has a limit on how much of your medieval to exonerate
Her smile is only there because you demand it
She tolerates your lies because it means she gets to keep hers
She committed to you but did you forget you made one to her
Did you know that she is so much more than the kitchen
Do you see how she takes all the crap you give her
And yet gives nothing but kindness and respect back
Maybe you should learn from that instead of automatically seeing your subordinate as a housekeeper
Maybe you should see her as the leader she is
Maybe you should have been taught that beauty and brains are not mutually exclusive
Her magic is not elusive
your ego is obtrusive
Do you see that
She walks home her keys between her fingers because that is what she has been taught
If she feels like she is being followed she pretends she is on the phone
If her skirt does not go past her knees it is a screaming invitation for invasion
She misses 10x the amount of school her male peers do
because the office is more concerned with her exposed shoulders than her education
Her sharp unforgiving tongue is the reason you all call her a witch
Her magic is the words that shoot out like arrows
Aimed at anyone who calls her unhitched
She is stitching her amour back together from the sorrows
Sorrows she swallows because tragedy doesn’t happen in meadows
She is no witch
She is a woman soured by entitlement
She has a magic all her own
And she does not ask for permission
She simply does right by her own admission
She is better off without your tradition
She does not want or need your inquisition
Do not try to force her into submission
She is a magician with ambition and her own ammunition
Cassidy Tyler (she/her) is a high school student and poet from Cincinnati. You can find her poetry on Instagram, @oneline_ata_time.
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