Cassandra was the mortal daughter of King Priam and Queen Hecuba of Troy. As a child she and her twin brother Helenus were given the gift of prophecy when two snakes came upon the babes one night and licked their ears clean. When morning came the snakes slithered into sacred laurels, a symbol of the god Apollo. As a young woman she rejected the affections of the god and he in turn cursed her: while she still had the gift of prophecy no one would believe her and she would be spurned and thought of as mad. She foresaw the fall of Troy but no one heeded her advice. She sought refuge in the Temple of Athena as her home was sacked, but Ajax the Lesser found her and raped her, all the while Cassandra pleaded with the goddess to help her. Given to Agamemnon as a spoil of war, she was later beheaded by his wife Clytemnestra, angry with her husband’s betrayal.


my father tells me to stop shouting
but at this rate i’ll end up hoarse
before i pipe down
because there are too many things
to yell about.

the fact that my own mother
tells me that the anatomy
she helped create,
the same anatomy she tells me
i should never be ashamed of
needs to be covered when i go out,
that a skirt too short
or a dress too revealing
makes me look indecent,
yet I know this wouldn’t be her
if she had a son.

my father tells me that i’m too loud
but he hasn’t yet figured out that
I inherited it from him,
that some traits were passed down
to his daughters
even though he wanted to see them
in sons.
had a been a boy, he would’ve told me
to shout louder,
the the world wants to hear
what a man has to say.

I’ll keep shouting until someone listens,
until i wake up god from a peaceful
night’s sleep.
he created all men equally,
where do i fit in?

j.r (via flths)