Lilith carved in ashes
her throat sealed with dust
Aphrodite in her mirror
told love is not to trust
We are echoes in the temple
we are shadows on the wall—
myriads of names forgotten
but we still carry them all

We are silence carved in stone
voices buried, never heard
But the fire in our breath
is older than the gods of death
We are whispers, we are flame
we are mothers without name

Pandora held the box shut
still cursed her with blame
Eve was just a tool
with the weight of endless shame
We are psalms before the scripters
we are hymns the priests denied—
the tongue they tried to sever
is the serpent they can’t hide

We are sirens carved in stone
voices buried, never shown
We are whispers, we are flame
we are mothers without name
But the fire in our breath
is older than the gods of death

Before the book, before the law
before the words was scribed—
we spoke in thunder, blood, so clear
and we are - still here

So let them call us silence
let them cast us into the night—
for every silence carries
the beginning of the light