Medusa.

If I could be anybody, It’d be Medusa. Man-eating, soul snatching, Qween of majesty.

I’d have the power to stop hearts in my pupils and wings to take me away.

Oh, foolish be he who drops all guards to love me.

Stone him.

Stay away!

My snakes shriek.

Still, men never know when to stop advancing.

Allow me room to breathe.

Whether they are nice guys or pussy rulers, my gaze will stop them.

I’d have a plan of attack and a reliable getaway. My wings.

My wings would be of beautiful colored plumage,

Majestic and pretty.

I’d zoom like Sailor Moon

Away from his contest of my pricelessness.

Medusa can’t be owned.