A uterus was given to me. A piece of flesh which is the origin. The origin of all. To some a gift. To some a curse. Am I a woman because of it? Am I human because of it? Is my ability to create one the significance of my existence?

If so, I failed. I failed my only duty. Come to life. Breathe the air. Make love and reproduce. Vanish.

A love like mine can not bring such a thing: A life. Someone like me will never get to use the gift. A woman loving another woman is a curse in this world.

Certain people once swore to protect me and love me. But trying to lift my curse, they drowned me in dark waters. Saw the body that was not mine sink deeper into the pitch-black bottom of the ocean. Watched the monstrosities tear the skin, gouge the eyes out and fed on the gift. Destroyed was the woman, who was once a child. A being doomed from the start and unconsciously learning the morals and ideologies of the world to which it was blinded by the rivers of Genesis.

Is Genesis the place I will return to? After all, I did not fulfill the work I was trusted with. A dark paradise will be the village I am forced to call my home. I was born rotten and tried to be repaired in a broken mold.

Every drop of my love disappears with every new sight of the dawn and, although I was made to give love, there is nothing to give my heart to. I wait for my thirst for another being to be quenched, so I can continue to slowly fade away into the air which will carry me to her. The never-ending melody sung by the purest voice will lead me away from the fate that awaits me.

The rivers of Genesis shall baptize my soul with its waters and all my pain, outcries and sickness will be flushed away and drown with all ungodly beings. She will come for me and fight the strong currents of the rivers. She will set her children free so that we can live in our promised garden. She is my mother, our mother, the giver and protector of life.