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ARE YOU RIBBING ME
GIVE us back our rightful place
Matriarchal society - was not broken- when you fixed it -
you need to stop playing games with yourself.
When western heathenism became patriarchal--
the feminine energy was still ruling--
We allowed you to realize whom came from whom.
Was it not the womb who gave birth to the?
son and the moon.
Was it not you who slid down our milky way.
Was it not you that we gave the power to.
Because you are our creation.
Give truth back to our men
the out of control concepts has bred deception-
Before too- many more myths create
the polarity- desires, pulling men
between masculine and feminine…
In the beginning the one who had all power
Created both male and female not to rule over
One another but to be as opposite attractions
Giving life -love- and-
Joy and to make more
Creations through pro-creations.
I WAS Placed in the womb
and in the womb, I was formed.
When I got here
somebody told me
I came from a Rib.
Did the research and found
it wasn't me
I am a womb-man
came from the womb
people.
I met the "Rib People"
heard their fantasy,
and they do not like me,
because I am woman.
But still they place more
seeds in my womb...
and give mystery to my history,
even though they know
They came from me.
The rib story gains
popularity as It's
entwined with the bibliography.
Now instead of love," Jealousy"
has reared its ugly head,
and female fetuses by the millions
are ENDING up DEAD!
Copyright © Vicki Acquah | Year Posted 2017