I was made from the ribs of Adam
Hence I am called WOMAN; I was taken out of MAN,
I am the WOnder of MAN
I am the manifestation of the MAN in me
As I was made out of man hence I bear the traits of the one whose flesh and bones fashioned me
The man’s manliness resides in me
Unlike Eve I find no attraction in the skin of Adam
I have found comfort in my own kind; I have found comfort in Eve
I have found intimacy in the one who shares in the flesh and bones of the one in whom we both find no joy
The very Eve who break dances in my heart, the she by whose virtue I endured betrayal,
Nonetheless I am only into Eve, will love her even in the after life
Biblically I am a living testimony of ultimate sin, the walking sin
You say my father must be from Sodom and mom from Gomorrah
But he who created and is the word still directs my paths
You who was crafted by the hands of him who direct my path spit on my face
You curse my existence; you say your God who is also my God is shamed by me
You say your God who is my Lord who never ceases to care for me hates me
You say I’m the living portrait of hell, a clear picture of a demon
You say I am the harbour of sin, like the son of man to them I say, ‘let the one without sin cast the first stone’
I can see you debating with you inner self but none of you steps forth
The evil in your eyes worsen as it is evident that I am one of your yet you insist I am a foreigner to mankind
The words spoken to you by your inner self oppose that hence the raging inferno in your eyes
You say I am insult to mankind, a confirmation that hell exists
You say your God who is my protector will punish me
You say your God who is my father will curse me
You say your God who is my deliverer will forsake me
You say your God who died for me on the cross crafted me by mistake
Him, My rock, fortress, who is your God said before he formed me in mine mother’s womb he knew me, my state of sex must’ve been orchestrated in my book of life else he would have concluded my life had he suspected that I had altered my own destiny
No matter how diligent in your death wishes you are, I will remain, I am untouchable
Do you not know that I too am covered by the very blood of the Lamb you hypocrites claim to be covered in?
I am a walking portrait of God’s grace and mercy
The stones you hurl at me, the words of daggers you stab me with, the hostile eyes you fix me with, the hands you shove me to self-destruction with are not potent enough for me to doubt my call in this life
Bruised and battered by your soul piercing, wise making, body strengthening words, my soul is still within me
As scarred as my soul is, I haven’t given up on my calling; I was made and called for Eve
As swollen as my eyes are from your so-called corrective beatings, I still see my future with Adam’s companion
Every time you force me to Adam my love for Eve is renewed, what a beautiful revival you are to our affair
Like a child is want more of the things from which I am forbidden for only because it is forbidden, Eve is that forbidden tree from which my life makes the most sense
Amidst your so-called disappointment, hatred and anger my journey continues while you stop, stare and talk at me
You go to traditional healers looking for the right herb, I have no ailment yet you are seeking a cure for me
You diligently speak to the dead who are supposedly closer to God beseeching them to lead me to the right path yet I never was lost
You disown me in the hope that your segregating me will lead me to the arms of the Adams of this earth
You intercede for me, meet with men of God; a conclusion has been made that a demonic spirit has taken me over
Home cells are held at my residence with the hope that the demon in me frees from me
A new day is born and I still long for the arms of my Eve
The one whose womb carried my soul finally took me as I am, as rugged and covered in sin as I supposedly am, she approves of me
What makes you think that your non-approval will matter is she who helped bring me here has accepted her apparently demon possessed daughter?
Earth is perhaps worse than hell, my sentence has been decided by men of flesh who too are dipped in sin, I have already been persecuted, the Jury has met with God to discuss the best time for my termination, all I can do for now is hope that God rules in my favour
Whatever the verdict I will always choose Juliet over Romeo, no matter the slander I will remain with Snow white over Shakespeare, no matter the agony I will stick with Cat-woman over Batman
Derive the most delight as you punch me but kindly save my soul for Eve to save me and lick my wounds
Should you be unsuccessful to save my life, keep my body so she can lay me to rest as she please
That will be a gift enough to make her smile; she will be able to touch my lifeless body goodbye, and kiss me good luck
Giving me confidence as I await my call for judgement