First Woman Poem by Chocolate Waters

First woman
Your name was not Eve
You did not offer me
apples
You touched me
I quivered
Then suffered
Then regretfully
threw up
I denied you
more than
three times
You confessed
to your priest
who laughed
You confessed
your love
to me
I did not
laugh
when you tossed me
out of
your life
like an apple
I wrote you
a love song
with a man's name
instead of yours
First woman
Your name
was Sharon
I sprang
half-grown
from the
touch
of your
first woman's
hands