We come from power. Our ancestors dealt in wiles, Appraising glances at the world around Lowered gazes and eyelashes that cast shadows Hiding minds sharp enough to slit throats. We come from deception and Seduction. Glittering eyes and soft thighs Sculpted cheeks and long necks Smiles that could cut Diamond. As you toil through the world, Know that your body is the most dangerous weapon These men have ever seen. Know that you raise hairs on their arms. Do not forget where you came from- Generations Of women who sold their bodies and their lies To marriage or to strangers But never sold their souls. Women who used What they had, Ruthless and unapologetic. This world has fangs And we come from the women who said I will strike first Rather than be devoured. We come from power, not ruin. Just because we have been hidden away Silenced and enslaved, This does not change. We hold something in us that temples have been built to Stones slick and red with the blood of violent sacrifices Made To our full lips Our ******* Our dancing eyes Wars have been fought Cities have burned Civilizations Have crumbled For us! And good. Good, they will. Good, bleed for me. Kneel for me. Pray to me. Call me Sacred And lay awake nights dreaming of my flesh. This world has changed But not so much as you think. Do not forget that you come from blood From steel From a survivalism that only we carry pounding in our veins. They locked us away, and we sang through the bars Sirens who needed no weapons to break our shackles They told themselves they used us While we bled them dry for the pleasure of it. We come from power! Power that cannot be stolen from us No matter what happens. They looked at us and they saw Gods. They saw Death. They saw Salvation. They saw The Morrigan, The Furies, They saw Kali, Destroyer of Worlds. They fell to their knees And in their awe Could only name their ships, their weapons, their Deities For us.
Your holy lineage Beckons.
Take what you want And don't forget that you were born to do it. Demand worship. Demand Blood. They deserve it And they know it:
They fear us. They've always feared us. And they should.
Sirens are often referred to in Greek Mythology as the muses of the lower world.