Medusa
© 2005 Violet Vonder Haar

She said “I feel like Medusa,
no one looks me straight in the eyes,
I’ve got a problem with lying
and at night all I do is cry.”
“They say it’s my problem
and I should get over it
and maybe they’re right,
maybe it is my fault
I’m covered with all this guilt.”

“Sometimes I wish I could turn back time,
wish I woulda had the strength
to say Hey, This Body, It’s Mine!
But I let myself be used like a toy
for nothing but a stranger
to play with and destroy.”

She said, “After that night
I felt so afraid,
I felt nothing on my body,
nothing but pain.
Maybe if I didn’t drink as much,
maybe if I stayed home,
I wouldn’t be haunted by these nightmares
when I’m alone.”

So I looked her in the eyes and I said,
“Did it ever occur to you,
that maybe it wasn’t anything you did, or do?”
and she said, “Well, ya know,
I never really thought about that,
but maybe when I do, I will win this battle.”

After I talked to this damsel,
I felt so blessed
it was as if I had been taught a lesson,
but still needed the test,
so I’m sharing with you the story of a woman,
hoping that maybe you will understand,
how much a woman is effected
when she’s touched by an unwanted man.