When I think of the word woman
I fear I don’t belong with them
I fear I don’t deserve to be called one
They bloom like a flower
They smell sweet and flavourful to taste
So sweet and addictive
Shaking these thoughts hard
Because I’m one of them, and why do I think like a man?
Am I unworthy and should be banished from the title
Woman
I also think women handle things greatly
Despite being called emotional and manic all the time
Thought they’re opposite of what society think of them
I know how they think but I think I’m less of a woman
Because I love one
A love that is a sin to all
But if you ask me if it is a sin
I will tell you that it\'s a treasure hidden but is meant to be found
A treasure worth more than a trillion
Or should i rather say
A treasure more than anything in this world