womanhood
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I slowly rise from my seat
The eyes that have been glancing up until now stop and stare
I don’t satisfy their yearn, rather I pretend to have not seen
He raises an eyebrow every time
there’s a new Taylor swift album and I’m
Alone in in my room screaming lyrics
To pop tuned Melodies in C Major
A woman has rights,
But I’m told it’s her choice if she dies on the table,
Surgical steel stabbed through the womb,
Bleeding out, bleeding death,
Bleeding money.
A woman has rights,
I'd like to be like Selena,
red lips, confidence, heart of gold
But it's hard, since I'm shy
and I know that
I never could be quite as bold
I'd like to be like Diana
I wear lightning strikes on my hips and thighs as battle scars to remind me who I am, and what I have overcome.
“There is no such thing as safe sex, since no one can create a condom for the soul.” -Jayce O’Neal
To think that we are here,
Connected pelvis to pelvis
By tubes and fluids
1. When I was a child, I thought my hair a leash, an agony, a nest for rats, so I took up my scissors to hack and slice and cut until it was gone.
What is Womanhood? Can it be taught to you or does it have to be a learning experience? Why do they think that I want to be a woman?
This girl This girl did not grow up alone She lived in a home With 5 girls and one boy And a mom and dad who was like a stone This girl This girl has a heartA heart that beats for music and fashion An everlasting passion that she thought could ne
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“so, when should we have sex?”
her lips were cherry pink and quivering with insecure verve.
(did she have braces yet?)
Period.
Not the kind present
at the end of a sentence,
not the kind that
boldly sends a message.
But the secret kind.
I prowl the internet late at night and
everyone tells me it’s terrible for sleep
but I do it anyway.
I learn a lot from the late-night internet and
revised from Daddy's Little Girl
I remember the little girl she used to be
in her bright tutus and soft-footed slippers.
She walks in the sun reflecting the lightA shimmering moon illuminating the nightShe gives force to the wind but calms stormy seasBirthing dreams and nurturing trees
I am an angry woman.
No, I don't have picket signs
propped up in my garage
or a coarse voice,
from screaming.
I've never marched
down a street with proud sisters,
like clockwork
it struck when i was sixteen
i thought i would be safe
no one should have what i have
down there
find the common denominator
one second plus two seconds
I hear
a woman crying pitfully
a man bellowing
we are not all like that
it's not about
you, personally, sir
just our individual violations
show me one
1. The waves are thick with seaweed, soft and baubled with thread-like strands. The waves are green and glassy, tipped with bubbles of smooth white foam. The waves are roaring against the shore, powerful, pulling in and pulling back.
I am in the throes
of the time of a young life
when all that matters is
which college I will attend.
I always say I am drawn to one.
I wish it was for the pretty
Dear Miss Melanin,
I love your skin
It's so beautiful that everyone wants to be like you
You come in different shades
Some light and some dark
Don't forget about the alluring brown.
I am often expected to write for someone
A loved one
A best friend
The black race
girls
I can’t say yes,
or no to any of these.
Her voice is soft like a songbird's first "good morning",
vibrato's as words pour into her leather bound fortress,
becomes a warrior, a missionary - maybe a bit of both;
a vortex of youth, passion, possibilities -
As I play with your tiny toes and teeny hands,
I can’t help but think of the future at hand.
These little toes will soon walk,
In lands where all kinds of people talk.
Press against my begging blossom,
Reaching for
Thy tender kiss.
As I quiver beneath your bosom,
Fill my womanhood
With bliss.
For I trust you with such bounty,
Take away
Dear womanhood,you've been a vague stranger nearly all my life,you've set unrealistic boundaries, you've made me feel lesser, you've set me apart from all the other girls.
Look at your face and your hair's small curls
you may not be a stick,
but you have the whole world
in your hands, between your shoulders, and even in your thighs.
Cherry-red lips
Stretched hips
Hormones on full throttle
Lusting
Craving
Begging
For attention
Dear motherland
When can I come home?
I sleep
On a bed
A hundred wars
Away from you.
The air is cold
i like women’s bodies
our stomachs
expand with too
much diet. our
breasts swell with
firmness and stability
Rapunzel, Rapunzel, Let down your fears.
Do what you want as long as the witch doesn't hear.
How did the witch feel when she found that you were with child?
A baby with a baby
Rapunzel, Rapunzel, Let down your fears.
Do what you want as long as the witch doesn't hear.
How did the witch feel when she found that you were with child?
A baby with a baby
Whatever your beliefs.
Atoms colliding or Adam and Eve.
We should thank the architect for the greatest design.
Chemistry, biological or divine.
Believe what you will, nobody can deny.
A rose-hipped girl with legs closed tight
Sits staunching an ochre river.
She’s sure of a weeping snake with teeth
Red sunk into her belly.
What's between my legs offends you
I can see it in your fear
the way you shut us out just proves
you can't face the truth within.
We have the Universe inside us
you see it bleeding out
Words slapped me in the face
With their crimson fury
Without hesitation I let them envelop me
Watering myself in a shower of emotion
I’m a femme fatalemy father taught me wellLike Mata Hari my charms arefor my victims to dispelLike the mistress Laura Bellthe Queen of London Whoredomone day I may find the Lord but
-I went through a season of roaming.
appeared as a tornado in the sand
Rotating while in orbit,
a cycle that I could not break without the mighty strength of God to stabilize me.
Before I take my last breath
Look into my eyes
Mirror my reflection
Taste the kiss of my smile
Know I have no reason to live
When my mother first gave me black eyeliner
It had glitter encased within
don't make yourself look like a whore
I was told with all the sincerity one could muster on Christmas morn
My mom and my dad were looking at each other.
I knew it had to be serious.
Dad always blinked a lot when he was scared or nervous.
He also tapped his foot on the floor.
He looked older when he didn’t smile.
Woman Wrapped in Self-Confidence
I am a woman wrapped in self-confidence
A crown of wisdom placed upon my brow
A heart of wonder laced with tenderness
Tall I stand against all resistance.
We are not Women. We Are not Ladies. If the only thing that makes up adults is our age, then we are adults. But we are not Grown Up. We are Girls. And we wont be made Women by Physical Coming of Age.
If I don't hold you down who will
What if I don't hold your hand when you're ready to quit
I doubt it’s ever crossed your mind that I am not putting on a mask in the morning, but I am not hiding behind my mascara tube.
I am putting on my armor.
Feminine is not soft.
Jesus looks like me
Her face is brown
Her neck is long
She cranes her head
Over the world
She watched behind
Red robes.
Her curly hair
Stands up high
It sings praises
Oh the Comfort
The peace
The joy
And the love
That flows
From you to me
Dear Mother
You give me attention
That delivers affection
Direction
And understanding to me
A young girl steps down—
vanity becomes so small
inside of herself.
A woman steps out
of the shallow pool of pride
and lets herself love.
Despite injustice
My great grandmother could not read and her daughter could not write. My mother passed me the pen and told me to fly. When I write, I unlock the diaries belonging to the hearts of all my mothers.
Looking down:
Ten tilting toes
And two stories.
Trimmed lawn.
Looking up:
Some blue solid sheet above the roofs,
Cut by a white flash,
And I slight my eyes.
My hands stick to the wooden strips
I thought women had
silver dollar nipples
not ones that look like
balls of scrunched up
panty-hose.
