|A month of work but this is the final product|
Eve, We are QueensOh Eve,Eve, We are Queens by Lissa-loo
it wasn’t the serpent that tricked you,
but they don’t know that.
They don’t know it was I who kissed you,
or that it was you who tasted me.
It was not some strange Fruit
granting knowledge, it was I,
not the serpent, who led to sin.
God could never stand the idea of
two women bowing to no men.
He is after all a King, a man,
making us think that we were lesser than Him,
lesser than Adam because he made us
out of Adams bones.
God could never stand for us to worship each other,
making us less, saying we are part of man,
calling us wo - man and fe - male.
We are strength and breath in our bodies,
does not the Earth have strength in it,
for trees will blow with the wind?
Does not men come from our bodies?
Do we not nourish them with
the liquid strength from our bodies?
A King cannot rise without coming from a Queen.
We are Queens Eve,
We are the Queens that Man and God would deny,
We are Queens and they call it sin, calling us woman,
and demean us as witches,
A Holy Name, A Strong NameMary, what a holy name.A Holy Name, A Strong Name by Lissa-loo
The whore, the mother,
the saint who took care of poor children,
the saint who nursed the sick till she died.
If Mary is such a hallowed name,
I won't bequeath it to my daughter,
for there is no life but death for a Saint,
a crushing defeat with a name erased.
I would name her for Artemis,
so that she may be the huntress,
the goddess of the pale moon,
and fierce protector of the young.
'Defend all young girls to be who they are'
would be her battle cry as she clutches her mace
and her keys in her other hand as she stares down men
and all the enemies that would come for her.
Or maybe I should name her Athena,
that she may be blessed with many gifts,
or maybe she would be a headache for men,
filled with courage and war strategy,
knowing how to best put the men who
would trample and rape her into their places.
I would give her a strong name, so that she too,
would have the strength of a Divine Goddess -
a name that may be filled with burden and longing,
that she wo
Half a RibI wonder if anyoneHalf a Rib by Lissa-loo
ever stopped to think
about language and how
one cannot escape the male gender.
We are fe - male, s - he, wo - man,
we are man - kind and hu - man.
We are always a "girl"
even in our own thoughts,
told to be a lady, act like a lady,
and when we bleed we are wo - man.
Why couldn't the Hulk be He-Hulk
like She-Hulk, or must the defining
words of our own super heroes, must be
like Super Woman, Cat Woman?
Right, we are still part of Man,
half a rib, bow your head Mary
mother of Jesus, bow your head
Magdalena, the whore.
Hello Princess, Hello Angel,
greets the stalker man who is a demon
in disguise, ready to harm, to cause fear,
did it hurt when you fell from heaven?
No, for the sweetest taste for us
has always been the Fruit of Knowledge.
No, for we crawled our way out of hell,
empowered by our sisters and mothers,
the generations before who educated us,
who scream "Lift your head up, bow to no man!"
Yet we women, mothers and maidens,
burnt and accused for serving the De
|Born and raised on the east coast of USA, Melissa loves to draw, paint, design, and she loves fantasy. She loves to write fantasy besides draw it. Melissa also loves to write poetry and attempt writing novels.|
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