Of Sparta – they said
Swan eggs hatching nightly fertility
There was a moon out, glowing soft silver on the horizon
What really happened when Zeus raped her mother?
Patted her on the head and told her it was all okay
He was a great god, a powerful god
Should she not be happy?
In place of her dignity he gave a little girl
And she was beautiful
Born to suffer the same fate as her mother
Women’s Studies, you can only study Women’s Studies if you go to Yale
And make friends with the right people
Because they can’t support everyone you know
Just aren’t enough women to go around
One year she loved Paris ran away with that boy the love of her life
Carefully, painstakingly planned it
Started a war for that great power
But he was only a man
She had come from gods what need did she have of them?
It was her beauty, the beauty they said
You can do so much with a woman’s beauty
Drives me crazy makes me sick
They have no idea what kind of crap it is
A woman’s beauty
It cuts quickly, deeply the point of a knife
Why are men so afraid of it?
What kind of weapon fades so quickly?
A waning sun weaker
What kind of weapon garners such hatred?
Shaming until there is no sun and you hide from it
“No, I am not beautiful,” we heard Helen say
Her father locked her up so no one could see her
The price on her head would only grow higher
He knew this
They told us Venus stole her, captured her beauty and gave it away
To the highest bidder
She had no plans she was only a little girl
Who dared to be beautiful
Dared to be
Do we know this woman, does anyone?
She is good because she is beautiful, the devil because she is beautiful
Which is it?
And yet she was not given a name, an identity
As if that name could ravish a hundred sea fairing vessels
Launching those thousand ships
And call her Helen, only Helen
Of Sparta, great landlocked brutality
Of Sparta and then on shimmering shores, did she meet him eyes downcast