I am woman, this name is not my own
This body is not mine. This house is not mine.
Out of Adam i was borne, a piece of his rib i was made whole.
Joined in a blessed union, the first marriage orchestrated by God.
I am woman, this body is not mine.
Through the night, a claim he makes at the stroke
of the midnight hour to satisfy his hunger and be complete.
Pulsating emotions, a natural high amidst passion as he feeds
between my thighs, dominating my cries, naked bodies
bound sexually, revoking my sensuality and completing me.
Flesh of his flesh, i am but woman. This body is not mine.
Through months, this body must adapt to changes for a bulge
that rocks my belly. A remarkable joy told through soft kicks and tickles.
Also a proof of my sexual union. Nine months of a pregnancy, Nine months of joy.
Tiny feet and hands, a beautiful angelic smile sitting on my lap.
These breasts to feed her, arms to hold and rock the little one to sleep.
A responsibility that comes naturally, for I am a nurturer. Mother, a new name I have acquired for bringing a child into the world.
A name that suits me perfectly as a woman. I am woman, this body is not mine, this name is not mine. Eve, a name i acquired naturally, for I came out of Adam.
Wife, a title embraced in these times after marriage. Mrs.,
now replacing my maiden name for i must take up his last name.
A new title and name as a symbol of a union, a legality that binds me to him.
I am woman, this name is not mine. Taking up many forms just to please him
Taking up many responsibilities as his woman. Through the street,
respect earned for a name and title i have acquired. Expectations told,
words spoken through hallway corridors. I am woman, this name is not mine.
This house is not mine. I must turn this house into a home as a woman, wife and mother.
Make it homely and neat, floral patterns to match, tasty home cooked meals for him and the children. I am woman, this name is not my own.
A name i embrace with pride as a wife and mother. I am woman, this body is not mine.
A piece of him i embrace fully for he is a part of me and completes me.
I am woman, this house is not mine. A home I have made, comfort my body is now accustomed to. Catering to him, Cooking for him and the children Loving them,
Taking care of a home. As a woman, wife, and Mother.
Embracing my new name, sharing my body, Building a home together.
© FloetryC 2015