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.
But make no mistake,
they have burned down my libraries and tried their best to destroy my memory
but I remember well.
The sweetness of God’s breath on my neck when he whispered me into existence
I remember Him telling me I would be the first of this new species
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
He gave me wide hips and extra weight to nourish the children I would carry.
And I taught them.
Taught the young, small, weak
taught them plenty.
They came to my crown and asked how to run their nations
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.
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.
<span>[was it fruit or the middle passage that drove me from the promise land]</span>
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
on sling across my breast and working to build revenue for a country I never claimed.
but if you ever dare to ask me,
I’d call <span>you</span> the curse
You call me temptress but it was you who stripped me naked.
Told me it was my breast, my thighs, my lips my walk,
that they couldn’t resist.
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,
telling me to hike up my skirt,
cut deep v’s into my shirt because I’m not worth having around unless you can see some skin.
They toss me a pair of booty shorts and tell me to sway my hips to the rhythm of lynched ancestors because it reminds them of a better time.
They never look me in the eyes because they want me to forget I have them.
So that I am too blind to notice that Planned Parenthoods huddle around my black neighborhood
With these advertisement that make them as appealing as Easy Bake Ovens to child Hitler.
I’ve always wondered why these institutions huddle around my black neighborhood.
How can so many people can overlook this classic (webster?) definition of Eugenics.
How did Planned Parenthood become a functional name for removing the very thing that would make a parent,
I have been waiting for the UN to step in and label it genocide,
but I’m only government officials plant cocaine into my son’s body until he is addicted,
in jail or dead.
They have called him cockroach to justify his extermination but I have never seen a
cockroach work so hard to please a human only to be smashed under their boot.
I know why they fear us,
They see his image in me and fear my wrath.
They sold me as commodity so I’d forget what I was worth,
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.
They will never straighten my hair or bleach my skin.
They forbade the drums of my native tongue
but not the lavish language of my hips.
I will never lose my kinks,
my fight,
my fire.
You will call me Goddess
or will not address me
save your cat calls for…
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