Forbidden Fruit

I am the first women,

from his ribs,

My hands were made

From his muscles,

My breasts were hanged

From his areola,

My nipples were nurtured

From his strong body,

My spicy body was carved

From his nostrils,

My breath was formed

you were my soulful rhythm,

It is my beginning and end

the Planet Earth I am,

I know the sinful truth.

You are the serpent;

I am your forbidden fruit.

BY

WILLIAMSJI MAVELI