"Her Defense" [by Anna Guzon]

Her Defense

Did I pin down
your wrists? Did I
drive this red fruit
down your sweet throat?
Did I eye you
boldly until you blushed?
Was your wholesome heart
made unwholesome by me?
Sweet man, so helpless
beneath my witchy spell.
You let them believe
I was the one
in cahoots with Sin.
My daughters and I
make men our bitches,
is that the story?
Have you tried out
self-control, free-will
you wuss? Have you
tried blaming your God-
damned self for once?
Have you? Have you?

-- Anna Guzon