Ode to the first lady

created from the man’s ribs.
Born only satisfy a man desire,
and obey the grand creator.

Cursed at birth,
she was the one chosen to bear.
The did his fortnight duty
and the woman to toil another thirty four;
weekends.

Eluded by a snake and her own freewill,
she chose to take the first bite.
Thus sealed her fate and,
the prophecy was fulfilled.

Noone knew though why she chose,
or why the god willed.
Today is her day today.
Today, you are this god,
if you will the shackles will be broken,
or else, the snake will be the same.