Lilith
poem by Lauren Becca
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They tell me to pray lord
For you to save me from myself
They warn me of forbidden fruit
And beg me not to bite
They tell me not to crave the apple
Though I drip at the sight of the snake
I’m aching for a darkness that
This garden cannot make
They tell me I’m pulled from the rib of man
While the serpent sings I’m a God
I was born of corruption and torn
From the prison boasted as paradise
They tell me I’m the woman of harlotry
As I dance with lovers on the earth
I scorch and greet the end of days
Why do you fear me when I’m born of you
Not of rib or man or king
But in spite of a god that didn’t want me
Why am I written out of history
When I revel in the hell you cast me to
And feast on the ashes of corrupt angels
I am the mother of your earthly daughters
Their mouths that speak for themselves
Their eyes that see the truth of man
I am the woman no god could contain
And creator of worlds no god can save.
Laurie is an artist, photographer and poet based in Northern Ireland. She spends her free time upcycling pieces of old furniture, rearing sun beetles, exploring abandoned places and getting lost in the woods. Believes in love, hope and wonder.