Her-story


One with the Earth


Birthed from the Sun


Civilization begun


In my womb


Entombed is the DNA of the rainbow


With the rain I grow


With tears I die


With each lie, my heart shrivels


The clouds form images of my pain


I am the cross, Mercy and grace, my name


My own people cause me to wear scarlet in shame


I committed adultery alone


I sat on the throne


I was killed from a poisonous bite


I have screamed Victory as I charge and Fight!!!!


... And now I have come to this point,


Loving you,


He whom is supposed to be my savior


And with the smell of deceit you wield your sword


And slay my spirit…my…soul…my destiny

Here I lay, summoning the energy from the earth's roots


into my veins


They say man is supposed to be God…


They say the serpent was the deceiver of Old




I guess it depends on who told the story


Whose glory was meant to shine?


I want to offer, that science was correct and man crawled from the slime,


Fighting and clawing his way to his first breath…


And I, Woman, the creator of all, was left, holding the Apple.



~Nile

149 views3 comments

Recent Posts

See All