Author’s Note
Written July 4th, 2024

Adam’s Rib isn’t a critique of faith, but a reflection on the social structures and narratives we inherit. It’s about questioning the old stories that place limitations on women, elevating men, and silencing voices that deserve to be heard. This poem celebrates autonomy, strength, and the courage to rise beyond outdated expectations.

Adam’s Rib
Poetry by Rowan Evans

From Adam’s rib, they wove her frame,
A tale of old, a patriarch’s claim,
To shape her role, to dim her light,
In quiet submission, she must abide.

But beneath the surface, a fire burns,
In every heart, a voice that yearns,
To break the chains of ancient lore,
And stand tall, demand for more.

Society’s yoke, a heavy weight,
Expectations to capitulate,
To sacrifice dreams on hearthstone’s fire,
While men ascend, their dreams aspire.

Yet in the shadows, whispers rise,
From women bold, who defy the lies,
That paint them less, by man’s decree,
Their strength unseen, yet to be free.

So raise your voice, your spirits high,
Let echoes ring across the sky,
For in your unity, the patriarchy crumbles,
And from its ashes, justice rumbles.

No longer bound by Adam’s rib,
But sovereign souls, a vibrant crib,
Where dreams take flight, and hopes ignite,
A world reborn, in equal light.

Together we stand, unyielding and strong,
To rewrite the tale, where we belong,
In every heart, in every plea,
Adam’s rib no more, we are free.

Benediction

May the whispers of courage grow louder each day.
May every voice denied strength find its power.
And may we continue to dismantle the systems that bind,
Celebrating freedom, autonomy, and equal light.

You can find more of my poetry in The Library of Ashes.