Aphrodite was once

Statues. Myrtle. Temples. Shells.

She made but one mistake.

Olympian and all,
She forgot that first
                                   and foremost
“She” came with a cumber

Those “he”s that feared her clout
Stripped her of it
Along with power – her clothes
A lesson had to be taught

How dare she be womanly mighty?

Her tunic and her worth
Became one with the dirt


A queen no more
Hooters and rump at most

For her slanderers to objectify

For men to testify

The cowardice wielding the backlash
The fear that can be seen in their eyes
Every time a woman’s fire
                               Ignites her light