Eve
They call me Eve
I was never given a last name
this was only first case of identity theft.
I know what you’ve heard about me.
I was carved out of the ribcage of a man
only as an after thought.
They’ve told you I’d looking different.
But make no mistake,
they have burned down my libraries and tried their best to scorch my memory
but I remember well.
The sweetness of God’s breath on my neck when he whispered me into existence
He told me I would be the first of this
“new species” he was experimenting with.
There was no talk of dominion,
but he did teach me a certain harmony with Lady Gaia and told me to embody her beauty.
So I walked tall
Wide hips and extra weight to nourish the children I would carry.
And as they grew,
I taught them.
Taught the young, small, weak
taught them plenty.
They came to my crown and asked how to run their empires
Aristotle, Plato, Socrates sucked from the supple breast of my knowledge.
Little did I know when I turned my back they’d whip slave ships into it.
and Create this Bible that blames me for the expulsion from the Garden of Eden,
there was a snake who tempted me to leave the promise land
I am pretty sure it was your chains, guns and aggression.
[So] was it fruit or the middle passage that closed Eden’s gates?
This Bible that tells me childbirth is a curse and that I am the cause.
Well I am sorry.
Sorry that I broke my back to carry your children
but if you ever dare to ask me,
I’d call <span>you</span> the curse
I have been called me temptress but it was you who stripped me naked.
Called me bitch and made me hit my knees until I knew what forbidden fruit really taste like,
the abuse didn’t stop after Lincoln,
it was just heavily disguised as the media,
handing me a pair of booty shorts and telling me to sway my hips to the rhythm of lynched ancestors because it reminds racists of a better time.
They never look me in the eyes
because they want me to forget I have them.
So that I can ignore the Planned Parenthoods huddle around my black neighborhood
With these advertisements making them seem as playful as Easy Bake Ovens to child Hitler.
I have been waiting for the UN to step in and label it genocide,
but I’m only met government officials planting cocaine into my son’s body until he is addicted,
in jail or dead.
I know why they do it,
They’ve see His image in me and fear my power.
They sold me as commodity so I’d forget what I was worth
but they should have smashed my mirrors first.
Did they think I couldn’t see?
I am the beauty of gold embodied.
Black skin as beautiful as the galaxies they stole from my libraries but NOT from my eyes.
Keep your idealistic paintings of me.
But you will never bleach my skin. or straighten my hair.
You can forbid the native drums of my tongue
but you will never quiet the lavish language of my hips.
I will never lose my kinks,
my fight,
my fire.
Save your cat calls for those deserving.
cause I do not play with rats.
You will call me Goddess
or will not address me
at all.
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