But what does it mean to be a Woman?
Is it someone who reflects a delicate, fragile being?
Nothing more than a teacup embroidered with gold that can easily be shattered,
Or are we deer in a forest, being prayed after by bobcats
Who are just waiting to pounce and take what they can and leave?
We are Women, and to compare us to anything less than human
wouldn't do enough justice to the power and strength we withold
in such "delicate" viens that pump the very blood that runs humanity.
We are beautiful beings who will build you up only to tear you back down
Because centuries of oppression and dehumanization taught us that your words won't phase us
And we will rise above the filthy ground to prove what we've been trying to
Since the dawn of our time. We are so much more than petals on a flower
Or pages in a book. We are the match that ignites the fire and the flame
that burns brighter and brighter.
That is what it means to be a Woman.