As a Woman

I am the woman trying to choose a better journey. I am the truths. I am the growths that I experience. I am the skeletons within the closet. The past, It all burdens me, the ups, the downs, The turn arounds. Everything I experience, Is everything I am, and I am all that burdens me, I haven’t been given enough credit. I’m begging for recognition, The women on the other side are questioning, Why haven’t I given myself the love I need, The care I deserve, These women are interrogating me for the way I carry myself, Wishing to be another, desperately yearning to be powerful. I desire to be a woman who loves herself. The other side is full of the women who I wish to be, Carrying their burdens as if they’ve made them the greatest anyone may see.