Because I’m a woman
I weep
Unapologetically
I feel
Unapologetically
Wisdom soaks my morning prayers
Forget intellect
I woke up
Aware
I did that, no one else
Stifled by words, sometimes
But not my words
And to know the difference
Is key.
Because I’m a woman
I bleed
To shed
Not die
I bleed to renew
To birth
Again and again
To birth new linings
And cushion precious beads
Because I’m a woman
I may worry what others think
When hair blesses my body
And I leave it alone
But not worrying enough
To intervene
With art
A rawness
Flourishes
Stripping layers of education
Of how one should be
In being
Fuck should
Is
Is enough
Because I’m a woman
I delight myself
My own touch
Stroking flesh
My breasts, enjoyed
Just because
It feels good
My shell responds so sweetl
To me
Never alone
Each night it is me who brings love to bed
Because I’m a woman
I sting
When I want to
I fight
When I need to
I pull myself apart
Rip chunks of rotten doings
Rotten sayings
From the core of me
Yet my own forgiving hands
Catch misshapen identities
To bring home
To sculpt back
There is nothing insignificant about me
Because I am a woman.
