Athena picks fights on the playground from age seven
Soon all the boys worship her
At thirteen she learns to fire a gun
And calls her sister’s longbow “ineffective”
She destroys the competition in debates and wrestling matches alike,
Learns to march but finds she’d much rather command,
Climbs to the top of the military tree,
Stepping on anyone who gets in her way

Artemis is all scraped knees and bruised shins
A fierce little girl who does what she wants
A teenager with grass stains on her dresses and rage in her heart
She dislikes the company of men
At age fifteen she kisses a girl and decides she likes it almost as much as shooting
At eighteen she knows that one girl will never be enough

Aphrodite has always been pretty and she knows it
She grew up fast but chocolate and flowers and favours were her rewards
She keeps a notebook by her bed
Hot pink like the marks she leaves on boys necks
Filled with phone numbers, her own personal directory
They’d do anything for her and that’s just how she likes it