I am Melinoe, daughter of Persephone,
daughter of the ravished goddess,
borne away without consent but
lawfully wedded, raped by her own father
in the guise of her husband.
I am Melinoe, render of the veil.
The man behind the curtain
has always and only been a man.
I will show you this. His power is a sham.
I am showing you this. I am Melinoe,
child of a rapist and his victim.
I am Melinoe, and the lord of the dead
was my true father, a kind and tender parent
unlike the triumphant lord of the sky.
I am Melinoe, and my sisters are these:
The victims of Harvey Weinstein,
the victims of Bill Cosby,
the daughters raped by their fathers,
their brothers, uncles, boyfriends,
the victims of Roman Polanski,
the victims of Woody Allen.
I am Melinoe, and I have brothers, too:
The boys who were told
that men can’t be raped, the men
who were told they were queer,
they must have wanted it.
I am Melinoe, and to all of you I say:
If Zeus the rapist denies you justice
in your mortal life, in death the rapists
will answer to Hades my father, to Hel
my foster-mother, to Loki my friend,
to Persephone my mother, to Antinous
my husband, and to me, motherfuckers,
you will answer at last to me.