Being born a woman

part one

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 was too 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…

part two

Being born a woman oh enough is enough! Women united stood up and said NO!

The way to anybody’s heart isn’t through the belly, we shall eat what we each put on the plate.

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 nikab.

#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 womanmy own body-mind soul

I will walk with my head up unashamed unafraid.

What a blessing it is to be.