Don’t you understand who I am?
Don’t you realize that if it were not for my womb, this earth would be barren?
The pleasure I give you would not exist without my mysteries.
You would not know what tenderness means without my touch.
I am not an object for you to own.
I am not a piece of meat for you to regurgitate.
I am not a trophy for you to showcase.
I am not a vision for you to fornicate to.
I am a complex mind with territory yet unexplored.
I am an exquisite creature that shelters the fruit of humankind.
My body is the keeper of an abundance of mysteries and pleasures.
I am more than what you are willing to comprehend.
I am a lover, a mother, a wife, a friend, a sister, a daughter, an artist . . .
I am Eve.