Satan, Me, Woman

Am I Satan?
Lover of the Lord
Why?
God sings the rain & trees
but what about our humanity?
My oracle friends - angles
of what - darkness?
Look between my thighs & in the 
hot hole & leave we for someone are
of even I am the wave of Isis or 
Maria or Jatterbird or Eve or President for your 
devilish games with any name
but Satan.
Satan beneath me. My first
name above and poked thin & defamed
ever since but some oral history tells
the tale of a God-lover, a
woman of fervor, the prophet of end
times, a healer of nations, a singer
of melody, a grey moth appearer,
a ching-chang of Asian descent, a 
love your neighbor, a die for ancient
times, a positioned in bed, my oh my
where did my Satan go? Tell her
something so she makes it above
the prophesy of death becomes her portrait
of everlasting she lost her animal children
for each other for payment.