I am born a woman
With star dust in my veins
And magic within my blood.
I am born with bones that have stitched itself together of a skeleton, muscles and skin that formed itself into a beautiful being with imperfections and details that can never be copied. I am a human with blood that has DNA that no other human can have.
I am born a woman with sisters who fought for my freedom. Sisters with fire that sparked within their veins, flames that rose from the ashes of their broken ruins and created a rebellion. Their clinched fists and bruised faces resembled sacrifices and hardships that only soldiers in a battlefield would have to face. I am born into the gender that held up signs of protests and who stood behind bars for wanting just a little taste of freedom from their cages that men had placed them in. I am born with a history of brave, fearless, strong warriors who did not let the sound of gunshots frighten them.
I am born a woman whose body will not be called her own. Men will try to claim it, their hungry mouths devouring my skin, until their thirst is satisfied. They will try to break me, and the girls will just ignore me, and society will talk about hotline bling and drake and everything but this, everything but the cries for help that we have been screaming, but eventually we will die down, our voices becoming dry and rough until we are silent.
I am born a woman who will most likely struggle with insecurities, eating disorders, abusive relationships and broken hearts. My sisters from generations ago also did suffer, callused hands from hours of cleaning and cooking, of quiet sobs that the fathers pretend not to hear, the rules that echoed through every girls mind since youth: "young ladies do not speak unless they are spoken to. Young ladies cross their legs. Young ladies clean, work, watch the children, and cook meals for the entire family. Young ladies do not argue. Young ladies are quiet, and do not put attention upon themselves." Oh, women, did we not suffer from the very beginning?
I am born a woman whose organs are built to conceive a child of my own, a child that will grow inside of me and become another human being. Is this not a gift? Children with blood and flesh that I can one day call my own. Children with minds and hearts and eyes that can see this earths sufferings and its beauties. I will show them the oceans, the sunsets, the stars with patterns that will appear in the night sky.
I am born a woman who is both cursed and gifted, a woman whose flesh and bones have been seen as unique creatures, our bodies used as statutes in museums from thousands of years ago. Our soft, silky voices seen as majestic sounds, lullabies that help the wailing babies fall into a soundless slumber.
I am born a woman.
___________________________Hey guys!! I'm finally back:) I hope you like this piece.. I worked on it while I was on my vacation. (A lot of inspiration had struck me at 11:00 p.m in a hotel room lol) anyways, I hope you guys have a awesome day.
Question: which decade would you be able to go to if you were to go back in time?
Answer:
The 50's (who doesn't like skater skirts and leather jackets?)
Put your answer in the comments!
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