A Woman's Debt - Poem by Marie WardAlonge
From Adam's rib, a woman emerged.
They were mated as one but one day she had an urge.
Following a serpent's advice,
The woman became enticed.
She lifted a fruit from a forbidden tree.
Once bitten, her eyes were open.
Troubles she would feel and see.
From then on, a woman would become known for trickery.
As history came and great men would fall,
It was a notion she brought turmoil to all.
The woman was known as witchy and beguile.
Society wanted her to take these words and continue to smile.
She had to remind them.
She was still God's child.
These words have long spilled.
She would get branded.
It was called her selfish appeal.
Yes, we have suffered.
From that monthly curse,
To labor pains,
Making us say things unrehearsed,
To relationships strained.
Some men we would even blame.
It seemed the wrong time was selected to drive us insane.
It was sometimes for the silly little things.
Those hormones were raging.
You probably didn't want to be around.
We were less engaging.
Menopause has the form of the word men.
I thought about it.
The woman may carry both the burden and the sin.
This is all for one woman's breach.
Her curiosity was beyond her reach.
Do we deserve to carry so much sorrow in our hearts?
To pass it to our children and allow our families get torn apart.
Mothers and daughters are not seeing eye-to-eye.
Sisters are sometimes dating the same guy.
Do you ever stop and ask why?
Will man ever stop throwing in the woman's face?
Perhaps believing the woman's action in the beginning divided the human race.
I try not to get upset.
For right now, this is my mindset.
My words have been placed on a woman's debt.
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