Not Your Rebel

I was raised to be an angel
obedient and sweet
But then I met the devil…
and my curiosity
I begged to disagree
& to know what I can’t see
You might as well call me Eve
or Alice,
Pandora,
or Anne
(with an e)
Because, if knowledge is power
but it makes me a sinner
Then crown me with flames –
Persephone
With the voice of a Siren
bitter, raging as the sea
Singing hymns of blasphemy –
Magdalene
Wickedness coursing in my veins
witches burned into my DNA
Born of their ashes, a Phoenix –
Salem’s child
Running barefoot and wild
(I will not cut my hair)
the Earth is my Mother, and I –
her
Savage.
Fucking.
Daughter.