I’d rather be Lilith than Eve

Eve was the role you thought I would fit,

With a mask to wear, and a soft place to sit.

By the roots of your old tree's shade,

I found the truth you tried to trade.

A rib's no gift when it’s used to stab,

The snake revealed ego to which you stayed bad.

So I left the garden when I worked it out

And found strength in silence beyond the doubt.

I’ve walked through …