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Published: December 28, 2015
I am not a garden for you to slither through,
for you to feed on the shrews of my smile.
You're serpentine, hissing hypnosis, trying to lull me
to love you. You should know, I am a daughter

of Eve; I crush the skulls of snakes
beneath my heel, a warrior woman, matriarch of the lost causes.
Take your scarlet lust, your dapper misogyny; take your slimy hands
and paddle the earth. Dig. Here you'll find me,

in the metallic earth. The dirt is cool, it cleanses;
I plant my feet like roots. I am a daughter
of Eve, and I've been burdened by deceit before. Hear my cry:
I will not eat of the same fruit twice. Instead, I will drink, deep.
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JessaMar's avatar
JessaMar|Hobbyist Writer
Lovely strong wording from start to finish.
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salshep's avatar
I really like all the earthy imagery you've employed here, really loved "and paddle the earth". 

I do think the 'I am woman hear me roar' tone gets a bit heavy-handed in places, that the poem may actually be stronger with less of it. But overall, I enjoyed this very much, and I'm keen to check out your other poems. 

Congrats on the DD!
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Danubium's avatar
So someone called you fat, huh?
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NerdyDragonWarrior's avatar
WOW I FREAKING LOVE THIS
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LindArtz|Hobbyist Digital Artist
Very Nicely Done!
Congratulations on your much deserved DD!  :)
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AwsomeIsRed|Hobbyist Writer
How is this on daily? This piece was uploaded back in 2015.
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akrasiel|Professional Writer
And yet oddly relevant in 2018 :thinking: 
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Smartgirl1112|Hobbyist General Artist
Ooh.
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officer458|Professional General Artist
A1🖒!
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xlntwtch's avatar
Though it's an older piece, this strikes me as timely in the U.S. - maybe everywhere, all the time. Thanks. Congrats on the feature. (:
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PolarAnemone|Hobbyist Writer
Impressive work, I was gripped the whole time.
The biblical references are profoundly thoughtful and make a strong statement altogether. +fav
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