i was a lucky girl
i am a fortunate woman
living my days inside an accident
of history and culture and money
21st century creature all too glad
to be born in the land of plenty
to have vision correction and the right to vote
to know that i can make a spell with words
and not be burned a witch
how do i separate love from circumstances?
and what of those who lived
all their lives outside this parenthesis
the women who never got a chance to be
anything other than Eves
sources of weakness and evil it was said
vessels of madness
what did your love mean to them?
