“Daughter of Eve, Not Son of Adam”

Thy rosary is the noose,
Around my neck,
Trying to strangle me,
Until I repent for forgiveness,
Releasing me of alleged sins,
Thou view me to possess.

John: Chapter eight shall lead,
To salvation of the soul,
Or so I am told,
For the belief I have forsaken God,
In living life as a daughter of Eve,
When I am supposed to walk,
Towards the light as a son of Adam.

Am I mistaken?
For did Eve’s existence not ascend,
From the bone of Adam,
Thus the two sexes are intertwined,
In the origin of their being.

How dare thee accuse me,
Of being an abomination,
Suffering from irrevocable necessity to be saved,
Yet thine eyes drown in oblivion,
To what bestows Adam and Eve,
Their own essence.