she is my archangel,
for angels are myths.
she was not born in heaven ,
for heaven ain't real,
born in the bellows of the hell called earth ,
she sprung when love was in dearth.
nor did she come to aid the oppressed,
for oppressed and oppressors are one and the same,
moreover she is an oppressed oppressor from her name.
she ain't aloof and distant like those angels,
she doesn't tread the caricatured path of goodness,
she ain't all fair for being all fair is naught but a lie.
she can't be shared with the rest of the world nor heavens,
for God can't claim her for  that's my right.
she can't be an angel as i am no God,
she's mine and i don't have to thank the Lord.
for she is my archangel because angels are myths