Eve
Sara
Esther
Mary
Mary
Sinner
Queen
Mother
Prostitute
Very scary
Eve
Sara
Esther
Mary
Mary
Forbidden fruit
Beautiful fruit
Barren fruit trees
And
Miracle seeds
Eve
Sara
Esther
Mary
Mary
Black skin
Street corner
Dirty brown hair
Eve
Sara
Esther
Mary
Mary
Scorching sun
Baking concrete
Bare feet
Stained towel
Bruised spirit
Homeless
Single mother
Eve
Sara
Esther
Mary
Mary
Empty breast
Starving baby
Crying mother
Red robot
White Mercedes
Brown coins rattling in dry cup
Engine humming
Radio
Rihanna
Rihanna
Eve
Sara
Esther
Mary
Mary
Green robot
No Mercedes
Brown coins dry cup
Prayer
Prayer
Mothers laugh
Crooked smile
Baby's fed
Eve
Sara
Esther
Mary
Mary
She sits on street corners
She works minimum wage jobs
She cleans your kitchens and waters your gardens
Her children
Her children
All to feed her children
It's no coincidence that the word martyr rhymes with mother
Eve
Sara
Esther
Mary
Mary
Her hand on the bible in churches with paintings of white Jesus
Eve
Sara
Esther
Mary
Mary
What good are your stories to her now?
Eve, Adam said it was you.
Sara, Abraham resented you because he couldn't have children.
Esther, Xerxes sought after you for your beauty and nothing more.
Mary, immaculate conception without your consent.
Mary, sold your body, sold your body because the world gave you no options.
Eve
Sara
Esther
Mary
Mary
Sinner
Queen
Mother
Prostitute
Very
Scary
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