Christmas Eve (The Birth Of Christine) Poem by Axley Jade Blaze

‘And the rib
The Lord God had taken
From the man he made
Into a woman
And brought her to man.' — Gen 2: 22


The Commencement of Christine
Feminine and sacred, flowing whiskers, hair
That day, unbeknownst to her
She sacrificed herself
To a cult, who frankly didn't care.

We labeled her 'Eve'
A model rib in this mess
Instantly his being trumping hers;
The whole body counted more
‘She' scored less

Behind him,
Or Beneath the man
Yet, the narrative we read
Appointed her the manipulative
‘Beast with a plan'

A faulted story
A god-sent fable
Her tag eternally
The Siren forever
Her brand, her label

Inadvertently titled 'evil'
The brand we gave her,
Did she need to be invented
Just so they could
Eternally defame her?

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