Formed from his side
While he lay deep asleep
Not knowing how she was made
But when he saw her, he knew she was his
Beautifully and perfectly formed, he said
Having the form of no other but her maker
Shaped uniquely to beat his taste
And beyond his expectations
Her parts though like his, but different
He could see her beautiful eyes steer at him
Her smile made him feel alive
And her presence gave him companionship
Though she was from his side
Not to be his maid but mate
To serve and control with him
But he disagrees
He could lay between her legs to make his little ones.
Her breast and hands nurtured them for him
That’s where she belongs and all she is good for, so he thought.
Just because he could not hold her down, she became his competition.
And then
She always saw herself beyond what she was
She was more than she was
She could feel the need to love someone of her kind
The world saw it as profane
She saw it as the true expression of her nature
She realized the ignominy of her desire
When those she called blood sent her to the goal
She met comrades alike
She felt their pain
She wept…she vowed to not relent
She held on to her conviction
She knew her trials was destined
She hopes for liberty
She is the symbol of the oppressed!
FAVOUR WIH AND PUBLIUS CRASSUS (JIA)
