What more could you want from us?
You ask for everything but offer nothing.
No, I don't want to hear it.
I don't care about how you feel objectified.
You are the embodiment of beauty.
You have offered the people nothing else beyond that.
That was your choice and yours alone.
The fact is you're more of a celebrity than a goddess.
You passively act as an archetype of femininity,
While your son, Eros, does all the work.
The only time you've ever lifted a finger,
Was for the sake of your own ego and vanity.
How is that one so pointlessly shallow,
Triumphs over Athena, Artemis, and Hecate?
When it is they who give to the world,
More than you ever will?
You claim that this is a man's world,
And yet, all men strive to earn your favor.
You say you want to be equal.
Though, you're never held to our standards.
You claim to fight for the cause of women.
But you threaten anyone prettier than you.
You claim that masculinity is toxic,
And that all men are pigs.
I get that you were forced to marry against your will.
But out of all gods and all men, why would you choose....
Ares, the god of War and destruction.
You throw around your isms like they mean something.
But it is you who perpetuates the very toxicity you hate.
At the age of 12, you came into my life.
Your presence is like an addiction.
A self destructive drug, and you are the dealer.
The Muse to my misery. The deity of my discontent.
Men kill and die for you.
But you taunt those who don't meet your standards.
Is what empowerment should be to you?
Narcissistic delusions and fearmongering cruelty?
You claim to be a strong and independent woman.
But you are just a play ground bully.
How can I respect one who thinks with more breasts than brains?
Where is thy sweetness, that gentleness to your nature?
Or is that all just myth and folklore?
Are you the siren who's song lures men to their doom.
Could it be that you are the objectifier?
Because you use us all like we're toys?
Though, when you play, you play rough.
Like the plastic Barbie doll in bright pink clothing,
You teach us all unrealistic standards.
People love you. But you tax them.
How much for just one dance?
But, sorry, E Girl, I've unsubscribed.
I have chosen Hermes, for he is "Thrice great."
The master of masters, father of wisdom.
Mercurial alchemy, lead shall turn to gold.
But you shall never see a ring upon thy finger.
So unto thee, Aphrodite, I say FUCK YOU.
You are the worst that the feminine has to offer.