I am a woman, my body is the "only" thing that is heard.
The sway of my hips rings in your ears like the violent cries of an injured bird.
I am a woman, my body is the "only" thing that matters
Its hypnotism "makes" you commit unwelcomed actions, those of a mad hatter.
I am a woman, my body is the "only" thing seen.
My curves are calling your name, and it's my fault your thoughts are obscene.
I am a woman, my body "lives" for you.
All I have to do is share it with you, and love I shall accrue.
Yes, I am a woman, but you are my birth.
I gave you your eyes, and I gifted you this Earth.
I am a Woman, and I made you from me.
I am your creator, and I will teach you the narrative of my worth until all Women are free.
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That1_13yrold_writer (
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- Comment from author about the poem: As a young woman, I am taken anything but seriously. Please read until the end before you judge it.
- Category: Sociopolitical
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Comments3
Still here? That's good.
more power to you! sister
such self-empowering affirmations
are the bedrocks of wisdom's visionary realisations
I hope you find and seize that freedom you seek
in your personal life..
as write's like yours are a bastion
of Maya Angelou's torch
and a bridge to all who came before and after her
for all future generations to realise
there is a deeply rooted wrongness in our world
manifested, foremost
in that spineless generalisation
of girls and lady's
being attributed worth, mostly
by their aesthetic attributes
or perversely, being resented
for daring to aspire, beyond
societies limitations..
(first came man, then came subjugation
all else in humanity's annals
is a repetition
of senseless might, making right)
boys, worshiping their own mother's
while belittling their children's mothers
at every opportunity...
before
they/we burned witches alive
they/we scalped hope from a lady's breath
till all was left were ashen heart's bereft of dreams..
but
like all tide's of change
modernity's winds are rife with Gaia's wrath
and although
nothing can make amends
for history's millennia of injustice
that we can dream and fathom a future
where, being a lady
equates to being a person
first and foremost
before, anything else is observed
(like it has for every man
privileged
with an existence, devoid
of threat
for merely being, a man)
is a wonderfully hopeful note
to this inherited debacle of atrocious inhumanity
(sing your Truth, loud and proud!)
my words would mean more if I was woman and could relate directly
still, for those cherished ladies in my life I empathise with
and the truth of their cause, I do so laud the power of your words
If poetry were a gun, you've just shot a bullet that reverberates to all generations. Amen.
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