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Pandora was the first woman, created by Hephaestus as a punishment for Prometheus, who angered the gods by stealing fire for man. Prometheus saw that she was a trick of the gods, and so passed her on to Epimetheus, his brother, who didn't have the same foresight. She was given a box and told to never open it, but her curiosity got the better of her. When she opened the box, all the evils of the world poured out, and she quickly closed the box, leaving only Hope behind.


Pandora, you were twice scorned, first by
the gods (created by a cripple and used as
punishment for Prometheus’s misdeeds),
then by Man himself. When Prometheus
turned you over to Epimetheus you must
have burned red with the shame of having
been passed over, given to the next in line.

Sister, I’ve felt your shame and I know it well.
I wear it when I leave my home, when my
tics and poisoned mind are revealed and I
am shorn of my protective layer, exposed.
I know your shame of having been passed over,
for while you were just a woman, I am just
diseased, and both of us unworthy of equality.

I know, too, the curiosity that made you open
the box. It makes me venture into the world
that still swirls with the evil you inadvertently
released. Those evils become the thoughts of
my peers, giving them venomous words and
toxic eyes. I close my own eyes, hide in my
house, and, like you, close the lid on Hope.