I possess divinity
I bless with abundance
Goodess, I am so called
My knowledge is infinite
My form is awesome
I am to be worshipped
He is blessed with comfort
Newly discovered are the jersey sheets
From the bedding section in walmart
He is blessed with abundance
I bring enough towels
That one is always clean while the others wash
I am full of unthinkable things
Discoveries and bountiful luxury
I am divine, I am his goddess
Immaculate and clean
Keeper of the hearth and home
The vacuum hums daily
Mysterious and all knowing
Grocery lists are made
I know where the spare charger is
No greater being has ever loved him
His life is improved and gilded
I wear the same shoes as his mother
No offerings are made to me
I am a humble diety
I ask for nothing but kindness
The cost is too great in my temple
Sacrifices of game time and attention
Demanding and cruel and delivish as can be
There is no divinity in a woman
Compromise and virtue are carved into the flesh
A little girl is molded into a trophy wife in her teens
If you peel away the layers of a god
At the core you will find an odd little thing
So humanlike and wounded
Craving belonging and to be needed
There is a flaw in all of them
Like Achilles and his heel
Like a goddess and her starving gaping bleeding heart
Like a woman teaching a man to treat her with compassion
Like prey teaching predator to kill swiftly and humanely
I am a goddess of bitter self sacrifice and wanting
I am a woman from the mold that is unbroken
And because of that alone I am divine




















