Her soul is overfilled bursting like a red pomegranate seed With a suicidal thought and how to bleed Recalling Her 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