A Woman’s body ( Rants of Eve)

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.

©FloetryC 2015



Author: AfroetryC

I am an African woman and a mother to a precious little angel. I love to use the term "Afro-floetic Queen" mostly to describe my poetry and my roots. I love poetry...art, soul music and inspirational bits of knowledge to offer advice and counseling to those who need it. I can be very witty, straight forward but fun. Ha. ha... A colorful perception of the world - expressed in my poetry. I want to inspire people with my Poetry...give them hope, while also advising them. Life is a learning process and i am happy when one of my pieces directly affects or inspires one of my readers. Let's take a detour around experience, and let me fill your minds with sweet poetic juices.... Note: Just changed my user name from FloetryC to AfroetryC because the latter is more personal and describes my Spoken Word Poetry better.

2 thoughts on “A Woman’s body ( Rants of Eve)”

    1. Ha, ha Hey gal… how are you? Thanks for the compliment. I am good…just took a break but i didn’t forget about you…you give me one of the best feedback about my pieces. Glad you love this one. I will be returning real soon my dear. Blessings.


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