Did you craft me, Man
Of your flesh and bones?
A derivative of your supreme domination?
Do I loosen my thighs at your demand?
My existence a response to your whim?
Do I crumble at your hand?
My will a shadow of your own?
I am more, I am more
I, Woman
I am warrior
I carry this world on my back
I own the darkness with knives between my fingers
I own my flesh with delicate touches
And forceful, purposeful, existence
I am more than slave
I am more than Eve
I am more, I am more
Did sin fall to my lot, Man?
Am I the cause of your weakness?
Am I the blame of your sin?
Are my words and mind less than your desire?
Is my body currency to buy my freedom,
To buy your peace?
I am more, I am more
You, Man
Are not my keeper
You, Man
Are not my salvation
I am more
I, Woman
I am not Wife, Mother, Daughter, Sister
I am somebody first
I am my own heroine
I am creation and strength
I am survivor
I am liberator of my soul
I am more
I have built worlds
I have sacrificed
Body, life, and soul
I have survived your world, Man
I have survived You
I am more
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Restless Things
Poetry"I didn't realize what damage heat can do To flesh so bare So I poured you out all over me Until I was undone And shaking But after the fire has gone All that's left is ash and wilted skin So now I know Better" -The Things You Left Behind (Poetry, P...
