Pope Joan Poem by Ibrahim Ibn Salma

Goddess spoke through her,
God joined the conversation,

Refused to be imprisoned in
Wifeliness, housework, slavery,
Isolation,

A wise glow of
Femininity,
Dressed in
Masculinity,

Internal radiance
Of light
When light was dimmed,
Unshaken on
The precipice of defeat,

Vatican unknowingly
Welcomed her with
The highest rank;

A healer whose
Hands extended to
The underprivileged and the unfortunate,

A short life
Of
An eternal legacy.

A flower - never had a chance to be fruit,

Yet,

Will never wilt.