Lilith

In the shadows I lurk
The true first woman

The sinner who dared walk free

Born like Adam

His equal

Yet punished for the same

Why was I pushed to be

His ‘loving wife’

Against my will?

What was the purpose of my creation?

For, if it was pleasure he seeked

He could have looked elsewhere

Why must I lie beneath him

Like a limp fish

An unmoving statue

When I am so gloriously alive

And breathing? 

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