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.
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