It's Not
It’s not my dress that defines my womanhood
Not my age or my hair
Neither my heels not the lipstick I wear
Not even the way I walk the ramps
The inherent kindness
And the thought of being wanted
The empathy that feels the pain of a fellow being
And the want to be protected
The forbearance and patience
And the wish to be loved
The immense strength that gives birth to a baby
And the desire to be adored
The myriad thoughts that try to equate things
And the envious way I look at my man’s ladies friends
It’s not my dress that defines my womanhood
Not my age or my hair
The cramps of the monthly cycle
The stretch marks
The taste of that breastfed milk
The sleepless nights I brought you up
It’s not my dress that defines my womanhood
Not my age or my hair
Neither my heels not the lipstick I wear
Not even the way I walk the ramps
But this crazy thought that I penned
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Copyright © Punnia Viswan Bhatia | Year Posted 2018
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