Poetry & Musings

Sins of eve

 
 

In 1967, a beautiful child bore a 

beautiful child.

And the child was on her knees begging him please

take me to the dance.

but his heart was cold. He was growing

old before his time, jealous of her light.

She was radiant with grief, bearing the fruit 

of his seed.

 

Singing gospel music is an ineffective

birth control.

I’ve sacrificed my every intuition to those

who say they know.

 

We were taught to believe we bear

the sins of Eve.

I will spend my life on bruised knees,

bearing…the sins of Eve

 

In 1990 a greying woman bears a

girl child.

She speaks onto the child every blessing from the text 

that she can revive.

but the child is so sad, so stubborn, seeking salvation

in the backseat of a car...

and a mans affection will become the 

catalyst and the scar.

 

A woman’s body…her greatest blessing

greatest curse

The only redemption to be found is

putting it to verse.

 

I was taught to believe I bear

the sins of Eve.

I will spend my life on bruised knees,

bearing…the sins of Eve