The Woman I’ve Become
I’m curves with a backbone, perfume with a bite
I’m soft when I want but I’m fire on sight
Wisdom hit different when you earned every scar
and still I will always reach for the stars
I’m a woman in full now, petals and flame
I learned my own worth before learning your name
I don’t need rescuing, lifts, or a crown
I rise on my own when the world knocks me down
See, the woman who’s walked through her shadows alone
But I’m open to love if it matches my tone
I’m tender by choice now, not by default
I can melt in your hands but stand firm in my faults
I’m seasoned not salty, flavored just right
Wisdom in my stride, got my own damn light
I stopped askin’ for space in somebody’s life
I built my own peace… cut clean like a knife
I’m grown… and it feels divine to admit
that I finally love the woman I’ve grown into bit by bit
Self-reliant, aligned, with my boundaries tight
a mature woman shining in her own fight
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