Sarah

I knew I was always a chattel,
but in age bore Abram a son:
Isaac, the key to the Promise,
not Ishmael, the earlier one.

Then, God, who could never be trusted,
ordered the unthinkable done.
I'm referring, of course, to Isaac,
and the test to which Abram succumbed.

Abram may have been righteous,
but in my eyes was worse than a fool.
A man, he was like the others
who blame God for whatever they do.

It's a man's world where God is imagined,
compulsion held up as belief.
I, myself, am glad I'm a woman
who in hate can find some relief.