Reflected in the mirror, I wonder at my crown.
Who placed it there upon my maiden brow?
A princess of Phoenicia, so foreign to this Land
How can I live authentically in this state?
O Jezebel, how came you here?
What will you do?
What have you done?
Begone!
I did not choose to come here - sold by my tribe for peace…
I come as token gesture – a prize to be displayed
Today I’m claimed as Ahab’s queen, to mother his offspring
My body - chattel of the state – is not for me to own.
O Jezebel, who are you here?
Are you considered human?
Of are you simply of another
Man?
(C) 2017, A.Koh-Butler
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