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1. When I was a child, I thought my hair a leash, an agony, a nest for rats, so I took up my scissors to hack and slice and cut until it was gone.
Whether she blamed him or he blames sheThe fall was always meant to be.The gift of knowledge,Forever blessed,Born from the woman’s mess.Yes it is she, sheWho stole the apple from the tree,
W e jumped into the pool late one night,
E veryone’s clothes still on, ears waterlogged.
L ooking down, I saw my pink shirt
C linging to the cold curve of my hip,
The beautiful shine of your golden skin---It nearly blinds my eyes.Surrounded by a crown of golden leaves,
I do not want to live the life she lived
For the pain and suffering she has grieved
I hear the tears she cries at night
For all her life she barely saw the light
Misery was her best friend throughout her life
Forty days and forty nights
of detoxification hell
because God knows
to eat is a sin
worthy of the fall
of humanity.
For just as it is human
nature to sin because of Eve-
Forty days and forty nights
of detoxification hell
because God knows
to eat is a sin
worthy of the fall
of humanity.
For just as it is human
nature to sin because of Eve-
When God made man
He was created similar.
Not the same,
But close enough that it was Good.
When God made woman
He unearthed the buried heartbeat,
Taking a rib from his cage
To give him someone to love
