WOMEN ARE PEOPLE!
And I was a queen.
Men knelt with gifts at my altar, gifts of ivory and gold,
Bowls of bronze and of silver chased by the tools of old.
No council of chiefs was held, no treaty or war begun
But they prayed to me for wisdom———
And all that I wished was done.
My name was spoken with reverence, for the mortal's breath
That jests on the name of a goddess calls soon for death.
But here one spoke of his goddess, likening her to a hen.
Think you Immortals suffer such words from the lips of men?
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