A torn and wrinkled bubble gum wrapper
Reminds me of a sad, gripping reality,
the reality that I’m a piece of bubble gum
chewed up, enjoyed and spit back out.
Heaven knows it is my sole purpose
to bear children and worship Adam,
Honoring his godlike aura and existence
as his life is more important than mine.
He unwraps my dignity and femininity
scoffing at my meager attempts to protest,
I’m forced to prostrate and bow to him
while he masticates and tears up my spirit.
Years of serving as his personal human toy
have aged me quicker than melted snow,
Adam disrespects and dismisses me as a hag
deserving no biological means of breeding.
He bestowed me as a useless, filthy prize
In exchange for a younger concubine to be,
He told me I am banished from humanity
because I am done performing my duties.
As a woman.
As a mother.
Now I’m just a hag,
Nothing, ugly and worthless.
–by Maria Mocha © 2006