The Forbidden Fruit

It started long ago in the Garden of Eden Some say it was paradise, I only recall a mirage. It seems impossible but I know I’ve seen His majesty shining golden. I remember He formed me from another’s appendage Maybe I bit the apple but man did just the same, why do I suffer more? Ever since the fall I have the children and man gets the kudos Been at it for centuries, only started getting credit after I rallied and riled. The day man will respect me as the being from his rib, only He knows. Man’s leaders can’t see that my purpose is much more than looking after his juveniles At times men can be as stubborn as rhinos. I’m done with making 77 cents to man’s dollar; I will not keep tame this wild Perhaps I’m trying to keep the Feminine Mystique; perhaps I'm just trying to evoke some pathos Maybe I bit the apple but man did just the same, why do I suffer more? Wish all of us could enjoy Freidan Oh that’s right, some men don’t think we can be well read. Rosa Parks wasn’t just tired of moving, she was tired of obeying the white man I feel Beauvoir’s rage simmering inside my soul every time the corner office goes instead to ‘Stan’ The only thing I share equally with man is my bed. Igualdad, égalité, Spanish, French gender equality is still a synonym of lust, greed, & fantasy I would know, I’ve desired it and fought it for so long I stopped keeping score I am familiar to the sentiment of hurt pride and victim of injustice Maybe I bit the apple but man did just the same, why do I suffer more? I am a woman.