OH TO BE
Oh To Be a Woman
What other word could sound as sweet?
What other word hits as tangy on the tip of the tongue?
What other existence could carry such harmonic symphony?
Oh To Be a Woman
Is to be the gold dripping off the lips of the sun who smiles in our favour
As we are born of its light that we carry it into the lives of our loved ones.
Until our names are but an echo in their stories
To Be a woman is to be as soft as a whisper
Spilling intimate secrets to a lover
Who has held our hips and our hearts
When we decide they deserve to do so.
To Be a woman is to a home of gentleness and strength
Oh woman how you hold me.
How you hold me steady
You are the foundation where I land
You are the roof that shelters me from self doubt
You are the looking glass into my full potential transporting and protecting me from unreasonable expectations and de-man-ds
Woman you are My Mother
Birthing me into a world trying to destroy my spirit
A world that successfully fails to understand
That your soul is engraved into my bones
and those carvings have only grown bigger, bolder and stronger.
Woman you are My Sister.
You are the hands holding mine after broken nights
holding my own.
You are the air in my chest when I fear I have lost my breath
Sister, you help me remember how to breathe again.
Woman you are my Best Friend.
You are the fierce force fighting on my behalf.
You carry me on your shoulders when I shake and stumble.
You are the braces holding me steady, you are the cushion when I fall.
Best Friend- you pick me up with your love.
Oh To Be a woman
Is to fill your cup with diamonds.
It is to dig deep into the mines of knowledge and hit fresh springs
of hope and freedom.
Not just for yourself but for others who risk their lives
digging for their purpose in the dark.
Oh Woman how you push me.
How you hold me accountable for my actions.
How you make me look inside myself and drag out a better version
Whether I want to accept it or not.
When I feel the bricks pressing on my spine
demanding me to shake and shatter
You break down walls for me.
You kick down doors.
You destroy demons for me.
Woman, you are my everything.
Woman you walk your truth
Woman you have journeyed to discover your existence
An existence that embodies life.
Creating, nurturing, redefining it instead of letting it define you.
Woman, you chisel out your own meaning of womanhood
Sculpting magic from misogyny
and never judge others for their labours
Woman, you choose how to show up in this world.
Because Woman you are not a judge
You are the survivor.
Growing from roots that will never wither. Never die.
Even when they try to pull you out by your petals
You will never stop blooming
Woman you are not a body part.
You are not simply a pair of chromosomes.
Woman you are so much more.
Woman you are Art
Woman, you are a way of being.
Woman you are an existence that sings.
You woman are gentle
You are subtle
You are unwavering
You are unyielding.
Woman you were once a girl
You understand the importance of that girl having a choice.
The choice to dream beyond the small minds that wish she would concede
Wish that she would cave in
Afraid that she craves to touch the clouds
and dance in the sky
for other little girls to see.
So woman I see you.
Woman how I love you.
You are everything I am meant to be
You are who I chose to be
Woman you are Us
Woman you are We.
Woman you are Me.
