I am a woman, and woman is enough.

Woman is not something you need to cover up.

I am a woman, a poweful human being, divine beauty above all else queen.

I am a woman, and looking the part is irrelevant.

Wearing sweatpants and t-shirts is not me out of my element.

I don't need fancy make up to be feminine.

This is who I am the skin I was born in, the reality I dwell.

The lesson I'll be telling for the rest of my life because I am a woman.

The same woman who cradled you in her breasts. 

Destroyed her body to make it your nest.

Gave you all you all she had to give and your life to live.

The same woman they catcall in the street to give a little kiss.

A little sense of bliss for entitlement's sake.

As if the female gender bore its own mistake. 

As if we were made for the pleasure of men.

And if we dare go against that its like our lives offend.

I am a woman.

The same woman who rocked you to sleep and wipes your tears everytime you weep.

The woman who sacrficed her life for your happiness. 

Just to leave her with such easiness.

Doesn't it make you queasy how a man can make it so easy to direct your body, your life.

The ignorance they bear to your hardship your strife.

As if my suffering weren't enough, you dare make it rough.

Mutilation, rape, assault, abuse.

We raise a flag blood stained red to end the misuse. 

We call in our truce, but its far from over.

I am a woman who has to wear bad clothes to keep from getting older.

And less clothes to keep from getting colder.

And stylish clothes to keep from getting bolder. 

And more clothes to keep from getting raped.

My ignorance to my pain is not my escape.

And when my lungs break free and I finally can cry.

They'll say its all my fault. 

I'm the reason why.

My fault in self expression or the way that I was born.

Either way in this society our dresses are being torn.

Our lifestyles scorned.

Our morale is worn.

Our bodies subject to judgment.

 

I am a woman. 

And I will scream it from the mountaintop until the blood escapes my body.

I am not a nobody.

I am a woman.

And I will beat it into your back.

Run up to the capitol and give my 77 cents back.

I am a woman.

I am a woman.

I am a human.