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god is a woman and she is angry. her tongue is a serpent, medusas mouth, and her fists are vultures. seven eyes, seven horns, seven doors. the angels are women too because only a woman can weep so much. someone unfurl her wings, break the lock. she is a dove and this is her olive branch. in the catholic church only men can be priests. but this church, this gold and silver church, was built from the bones of sleek coated mares, of birthing cows, of cream skinned ladies in veils and jewels and wine stains. ask delilah of samson. ask jezebel of ahab. salome of john, mary of joseph and magdalene of jesus. ask the moon of the sun. ask god about her daughter, the one still nailed to the cross, still awaiting birth in bethlehem. the carpenters daughter with a wooden stake at her neck. ask god about her other daughter, the one in nazareth still breathing desert air. ask god about her sons, sweet lazarus and wild lucifer, stepping on hot coals like summer asphalt. ask god about the forget me nots pressed to gravestones in the heat of august. ask god about the magnolias wilted against gravestones in the bite of december. ask god about the lions, the goats, and the lambs. ask about yourself, if youd like. god is a woman and hell hath no fury like a goddess scorned.
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Mar 20, 2016
Mar 20, 2016 at 4:04 PM UTC
The Gospel According to God's Daughter
god is a woman and she is angry. her tongue is a serpent, medusas mouth, and her fists are vultures. seven eyes, seven horns, seven doors. the angels are women too because only a woman can weep so much. someone unfurl her wings, break the lock. she is a dove and this is her olive branch. in the catholic church only men can be priests. but this church, this gold and silver church, was built from the bones of sleek coated mares, of birthing cows, of cream skinned ladies in veils and jewels and wine stains. ask delilah of samson. ask jezebel of ahab. salome of john, mary of joseph and magdalene of jesus. ask the moon of the sun. ask god about her daughter, the one still nailed to the cross, still awaiting birth in bethlehem. the carpenters daughter with a wooden stake at her neck. ask god about her other daughter, the one in nazareth still breathing desert air. ask god about her sons, sweet lazarus and wild lucifer, stepping on hot coals like summer asphalt. ask god about the forget me nots pressed to gravestones in the heat of august. ask god about the magnolias wilted against gravestones in the bite of december. ask god about the lions, the goats, and the lambs. ask about yourself, if youd like. god is a woman and hell hath no fury like a goddess scorned.
#religion#feminism#biblical#freeverse
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glittrghost
Mar 20, 2016
Mar 20, 2016 at 4:04 PM UTC
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