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Name me not Cassandra for my voice it must be heard.
Even if you bind my mouth with fabric and brush away my word.
I claim not a higher wisdom for vanity or spite.
Only a point of view from far below your height.
I am cursed with the experience of an unwelcome hand.
And through this lens I now see my sister who too have been touched by man.
You may turn and shield your ears from me, laugh away my proof
But my mouth, it will not waver in telling you the truth.
Name me not Cassandra for your Helen is on her way.
She brings chaos and together we as women will make you pay.