Witch

By Daniana Medina

…Is it a glitch?
Or echoes throughout time?

A witch be called —
intuitive, sensitive,
alluring, enchanting.

A blasphemy against nature —
or so they claim.

The witch is your doing —
and your undoing.

She is power,
resilience,
enigma,
despair.

She wanders without worry,
bound to earth
and to the universe.

A witch be called — by men.
The madmen,
the cranks,
the eccentrics,
the fools.

But who, then,
is the fool?

We — the simple beings of the mortal world —
they say we descend from Lilith.

She, who is power.
Feminine.
Autonomous.

Then what is Eve?
She who ate from the forbidden fruit?
She, who sprung from Adam’s rib.
Made to obey.
Taught to fall.

But was her sin choice —
or a design masked as desire?

A witch be called —
daughters of Lilith,
keepers of the universe.

But subservient,
we are not.

And so,
we are called…

witch.

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