Alliteration Women Poems | Alliteration Poems About Women

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I am a woman, not a woe-man

I am valuable but not worth any price
I am precious but far more than gold
I am productive but not for abuse
I can talk but not to be abused of talking
I am hardworking but not to be a slave
I am a wife but I am an individual too

I am a mother but I'm just human
I am strong but I get tired too, 
I am in flesh, so I need rest
I care but I value myselft first and foremost
I am kind but need kindness too
I listen but not to be lied to
I run the house but I deserve to run myself too

I am the help meet but I need support too
I understand but not to be misunderstood
I provide but I need to be provided for too
I run the kitchen but I need to run my self too
I am the housewife but I am a wife too, 
I am married, to my husband, not the house!
I love but I should not be taken for granted

I am weak but not to be raped, beated and scratched
I am submissive and obedient but not to be exercised power abuse on
I am a cheerful giver but not to be robbed
I am soft but not to have my blood squeezed out,
I am full of life but not to be taken away from me
Yes, I am a woman,
Created to live,
Not to be a woebegone!

Copyright © Ame Aron | Year Posted 2013

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Her beauty surpasses the moon,
The fragrance of her voice charms the world
And draw sorrows away from mankind
She is a woman!

Her smile embalms the sorrowful world
And soothes the weeping nations
Making them smile, and smile again
She is a woman!

The glare from her eyes make heavens blush
And clouds to no longer hold their sorrows
Their tears fall and wet the earth
Because she is a woman!

Who’se holds her sure-fire conviction,
That whips me into convulsion
And I mislay my age-old senses
Because she is a woman!

Because she is a woman, I make a man
Because she is a woman, I am alive
Because she is a woman, I smile
Because she is the ideal woman! 

Copyright © Charles Mwalimu | Year Posted 2013

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Skin lights

The street lights wink at me

their dim glow barely

illuminates my silhouette

my faulty being

my black skindedness

i used to think i was fluidity

i swallowed the sun and her light

would not pierce through these layers

my head now burried in the sand

ashamed of my attire

i couldn’t undress my self anymore

my nakedness reminded me of the

sun on my ancestors backs

as they picked white balls, pure like snow

their gazes were cuts, constantly staring

i did not know how to not be

the Gods cast me out of their wombs

i was their dirty little secret

a scab, mould, something different

my skin lights don’t glow like theirs

and i’m okay with this.

i made a necklace using the moon

it reminds me of pearly things.

makes my skin pretty

Copyright © Louisa April | Year Posted 2013

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Lemon Club

Lights luminous
in the Lemon Club
and ladies lie to Lee.
"No, we don't",
but he knows they do.
He is not fooled easily. 

The last he sees
of the Lemon Club
is just beyond the lee,
and lemon lights
are still on bright
for ladies "with no fee".



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poem - any theme 
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A win in Premiere Contest

Copyright © Julia Ward | Year Posted 2016