something a bit different, Philomel expressing her existence and journey through free verse poetry.
I am not who you think I am.
Those who do not know me call me a whore
A floozy, a pirate, a witch,
A whore.
But a long time ago I became more than that.
A thousand suns ago I rose with the dawn.
It came, sunrise filled the skies and I -
I -
Was anew.
Turned, matured, awakened.
Days, weeks, months
Years I have searched, years I have grown
Becoming someone
Something else
Not just the girl in the brothel anymore, but
Instead
Other.
Me, a freeform poet,
The feminist, woman who only seeks freedom and fairness
Away from those others who would
Cruelly tie those like me down.
People like my father.
People like Hessiod.
People like -
Like you.