Saturday, September 23, 2017

Just Me

I have breasts. I have a vagina. 
That’s how god created me 
I am not special. I am just a woman
I am tender. Like our mothers for years glorified. 
I can wield a knife. Or throw a profanity
I am not special. I am just a woman
I cry when I’m sad. In fury and in joy 
I lose the plot often. Anger’s like my second skin 
I am not special. I am just a woman
Life’s my easel. I paint love and joy
I can hold you when you are down. And hold on to a grudge.
I am not special. I am just a woman
I have tasted disappointments. Spat them like seeds 
But will not abandon my dreams or boast of my wins 
I am not special. I am just a woman
I relish my chastity. And celebrate my orgasms
But a womb is definitely not my definition
I am not special. I am just a woman
I don’t want a pedestal. A trophy. Or a medal 
Neither the taste of blood, insult or hurt
I am not special. I am just a woman
I hate veils. Taboos. And taunts
Make me no bait. Nor a goddess nor saint 
I am not special. I am just a woman
Culture’s not my burden. Religion’s not my shackles 
Family’s not my fence. Fear’s not my noose 
I am not special. I am just a woman
The sky is mine too. The seas and the trees 
Darkness and light. Every street, every nook
I am not special. I am just a woman
I give. I grab. I win. I sacrifice 
Power’s my booze. Booze my right
I am not special. I am just a woman
I am in control. Often lost in mood swings
I can steer the ship. Also ask for help
I am right. I am perfect. I am wrong and guilty
I make mistakes. And correct your flaws
Let me just breathe Take my dues.
And leave my footprints
I am not special. I am just a woman

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