Being born a woman oh what a burden that I had a body that was never truly mine! How I carried it could either bring disgrace to a whole bloodline or it would be a factory to print out mini versions of a man.
If robbed, I was at fault somehow a tiny part of my body could make grown men forget how to be decent… they forget the meaning of consent…
If a man chose to leave it too was my fault for I had let myself go and allowed my hips and belly to get equally round
tick tock gray hairs and saggy boobs talk…
To be a woman gentle of firm,
Should I walk like a model or a soldier, I am equally valuable.
My voice matters and my opinions matter and in fact, my worth is not determined by whether I give birth or not!
I am a woman
To be left alone so I may grow to be just who I want to be.
If someone does me wrong, no it is not my fault! Not to blame the length of my skirt or the eyeliner under my niqab.
#metoo yes, you will be held accountable, this is the era we speak up!
And should anyone be ashamed let it be the robber.
I am a woman my own body-mind-soul
I will walk with my head up unashamed unafraid.
What a blessing it is to be.