This article is written by a student writer from the Her Campus at TAMU chapter.
I am all of them,
every one that screamed or went quiet,
unable to do anything against you,
bull or swan or shower of gold
or just a man, crowned with lightning
that scorched their skin for years after your arrival.
I am all of them,
the ones who were blessed, the ones who were chosen,
the ones who stumbled and fell into this thing they call
a gift from god because of your divinity.
No god can grant you that right. No god holds claim over me.
Not me, nor her, nor her, nor her.