Her for Her

Her soul is overfilled bursting like a red pomegranate seed
With a suicidal thought and how to bleed
Recalling SHE nested in her soul
Heart's pounding love for her to dole

Whose life from men her life began to roll
Though, she did not call for Adam as all know
Instead she called for Eve to compensate her bliss
Her rib for her she would agree to miss

As now she drinks sweet wine from her lesbianic chalice
Swears to place her on a pedestal and build her palace
Her silent pain of how men treated her, befall
Of putting up another stone upon her wall

But fate bestowed another curse upon her marriage
Of infidelity from she in loves miscarriage
As now unsure of genders choice she lives bemoan
In destitute of happiness despairingly to died alone

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