Sprung from eve, beautifully created.
Carved to perfection, sweetly molded
to shape with beautiful breasts and hips.
Lovely skin and hair. A cause for my distress at
night, a reason for my hesitations through the street.
Shamed by society, sexualized by the media.
I am woman, this body is not my own.
Mocked by twisted perceptions of society,
my body parts are exposed for all to see.
A cause that mocks my carnal fortress at night.
Adorned with ornaments, flawless make up and
weaves; carefully crafted to please. My body has
become public property. A billboard in the street,
displayed for all to see. I am that storefront
mannequin in shops and stores. Clad in fancy clothes,
sometimes sexy lingerie, carefully situated to appeal.
I am that naked woman in porn magazines, smothered
with bits of Photoshop and editing, primped to satisfy.
I am that half dressed woman with the big breasts and
big booty in music videos. Rubbing on different men and
dropping it like it’s hot.
I am that product of Photoshop and porn, carefully edited
and flaunted on social media, a tasty piece of sexy showing my
body parts. Optical nutrition for horny males on social media.
I am that half dressed female in the street monologuing on her
smart phone, showing my sexy cleavage and booty. Embracing
different names to suit the taste and needs of society. Some call
me ratchet, cheap bitch, gold digger, whore or even a prostitute.
Feeding off a few compliments for a little happiness. The men love it,
so I flaunt it. Cuddling on to society’s perception of beauty and sexy.
Trading my privacy for cheap popularity and satisfaction.
I am woman, phenomenally. Blessed with the portrait of a Queen,
soul of a mother, Love of a wife, spirit of a strong woman,
beautiful mind of an intelligent lady and my body is the Lord’s temple.
I see a reflection of me in every female. Young and old, short, tall, fat
and skinny. Without discrimination based on race, nationality, tribe, or creed.
My body cringes each time i see my naked body exposed.
Shame beckons from the lines of mockery and disrespect.
My heart breaks each time i see a part of my body wrongfully
represented. For I am know that I am a Queen, a woman with
so much more than the tainted perception of society.
A woman who isn’t just about the external facade hidden in my
nakedness. A woman who is more than just booty, breasts, and
a beautiful face. An intelligent, mature, hardworking, kind, respectable woman.
I am woman; every female body represents me but not my reflection.
I am woman, this body is not mine.