My Response to the Election

Eve is Pissed (and so is Lilith)

Dear Adam,

Ever since you declared yourself in the image of God

You have done nothing but create hell on earth

While pointing your stubby finger at me.

You fear my anger, so you rage

My sexuality, so you rape

Your lack of control over yours,

so, you cover me up or strip me down.

Generation upon generation have been traumatized

By you.

You enslave

You torture

You maim

You hoard

You abuse

You exploit

You oppress

You lie

You steal

You cheat

You molest

You violate

You indulge your worst impulses

Then blame me.

I’m tired of you, Adam.

Why are you so afraid

To have an equal partner?

When I succeed, I slept my way to the top.

When you succeed, you’re oh so brilliant.

You tell me to shrink, so you can feel big.

You rant and rave then tell me I’m emotional.

You kill my children every single day

Then have the nerve to think you have a say over my womb.

Speaking of wombs.

That’s what it has always boiled down to hasn’t it?

Your womb envy. Here again your finger? Pointed out.

The one thing you’ll never be able to do.

You shame

You belittle

You burn

You scorch the earth

You ridicule

You grab

You imprison

You teach to fear the witch

Rather than the witch burner

And still that finger points out.

What’s wrong with you, Adam?

Are you that insecure?

In your ugliness you tell me

I’m too fat, too skinny, too much

Not enough

The whore, the slut, the bitch

The word I won’t say

You demean

You diminish

You denigrate

You dismiss

You destroy

You erase

You eliminate what threatens you (me) by any nefarious means possible

Then declare yourself the winner

I’m really, really, really sick of you, Adam

Take that finger and stick it in your eye.

Love,

Eve (and Lilith)

And Michelle Tobin