An Ode to Eve
These words, these lines
This voice, these rhymes,
Speak to the essence and presence
Of the feminine divine.
To daughters and mothers
Sisters and lovers.
From your dads, sons, partners and brothers.
Regardless of relation, we’ve sailed your
Vibration since the apple and Satan.
When we were awakened
by Gods footsteps shaking,
and the anticipation of our condemnation.
On the ground of the garden man turned up his nose.
Blamed you for his failure, a childish prose.
It was her! This woman’s a thorn not a rose!
She tricked me…
God told him, you’ll reap what you sew.
Man was forced to work,
to hunt and move dirt.
She was given the pain of blame and birth.
But was it a setup?
God makes no mistakes
Did he need to know?
Which one would break?
He gave us free will
And does not interfere
He told us and showed us the apple was there.
Did he create the snake, to propagate hate?
Or to catalyze choice, so we could create.
As a contrast to love,
To know, to enlight
Because without dark, there can be no light.
Man coward in fear,
And God took delight.
For the woman sat still and God held her tight
whispering, man said that you were to blame for the bite…
I cannot trust the giver of blame,
To deal with the struggle the load and the pain.
To bring forth my descendants, my image, my lineage,
The manifestation of reincarnate descendants.
Man will toil, break rocks and spoil
The gift of this earth so I give you the soil.
You are the wind, the rain and the tides.
The seasons the weather in you they abide.
Man will be strong, you will stand at his shoulders,
He is the mountains the canyons and boulders.
But power and strength your true holder.
For water cuts rock, wind turns hills to dust.
So only in you will my children I trust.
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