from ancient times: #metoo

I was looking at this poem I wrote a while back, and it seemed relevant to our current state of affairs. My deepest apologies, though, for all the poetry. I like writing it, but not as much reading it, and if that isn't hypocritical, I don't know what is.

Sarah, to Pharoah

I used to pray

every day

(though I did not know it was a prayer)

that I would be beautiful.

Very beautiful.

I did not know

that beauty

sometimes

makes others wish they owned it

enough to suppose they did

O Pharoah

Did you really think

you had but to wish me

and I was yours?

That you had but to take me from my brother

--as you supposed

--and I would be yours?

(But of course you did.

Any man who would

declare himself a god

is delusional enough

to suppose anything.)