My mother Eve

…….Mother of the earth, queen of the universe; is what every black woman is worth. Let us go down and make man in our image, could’ve been the first truth hidden, in plain sight men have breast, but women have no testicles, scream that from your vestibules, if you a child of god, lies can’t rest with you, humanity is at its best with you. The black woman our better half, we were her staff, to direct life’s calfs; the original shepherd, but men betrayed her role, our true nature was exposed, blasphemy untold, it is the beast in men that rule, thus, Christ road in on a mule, subliminally nature dictates we should be her tool, it was she that spun mankind from her spool, then found herself in a duel, the mutiny was so rude, says he’s a dude, with brute force that mirrors hell, not heaven, philosophies from men who true talents lie in warfare, to promote more fear, in the name of their deified masculinity, is what’s apprehending me, even in thought, yes, a great deal of me was brought and fooled, then turned into it’s food. But the original god carried and breast fed it’s creation before laying it down in any cradle.  It was pure sunlight before it had teeth, it wore a bra before a sheath.