Womanhood Poems - Poems about Womanhood

WOMB WORDS Womb ! Mother of All, what sayeth you knowing activation before birth births through girths, a Q ? ~ ‘I see rainmakers smoking pipes drink from ostrich eggs fresh then hike wearing silver Nikes embryo cells magically multiply hearing guinea fowl cackle on high kicking sensations, baby legs sigh atoms alight travel from mom to babe life witnesses...

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Thought by thought Word by word Piece by piece I will put myself together Because I am reborn Loud and fiery Colorful and sane, this time I will reshape myself No, I don't need your help Swaying I will succeed Laughing I will speak I will adore myself Free as a bird Spirit of the wind I will adopt And I will become myself. _ Ridah Tariq...

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Drip drip drip There she is, curl up like a ball, Hands pressing hard, raw is the pain, For a moment the heated pad works. Thud thud thud Powerless she's against the shedding, High and low, her hormones play tennis, Giggles of laughter turn into tears. Drip drip drip With every drop of Vermillion, A raging pain rise in her low back, The room is...

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MANHOOD V WOMANHOOD I use my favourite chat-up line as I join her at the bar, ”What’s a girl like you doing without a man like me?” She raises her eyes disdainfully, “That’s the worst I’ve heard by far.” And when I think about it, I really have to agree. Next, she questions my manhood. I tell her, “My...

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This 30th of November, I can be dragged down by men that I loved. And they feel no guilty I’m caged in maturity. A little girl tugs my fuchsia leg-split “Tear it or tear down”. Fear of getting lost Neverland with a waggish Peter Pan...

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To be a woman: Is to search your father's missing love in stranger's beds To...

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Behold my rebirth As I take strides towards a brighter version of myself, Emancipating from a darker existence. As I begin to discover a revelation As radiant as a star-studded night sky, I venture closer to the mirror. There, I feel the waves of self-doubt slowly diminish, Re-acquainting myself with my solar plexus fashioned from stardust. I find solace in this celestial composition...

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i will write haiku so that my big feelings don’t take up too much room i know well enough silence wields no rejection so i stay silent. the feminine urge to scream like a wounded beast but i just say no. i am seventeen my mere age is poetic just like a haiku to be six again is what the sky hears when i wish upon...

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Smog, not only in my streets but in my brain, my neural pathways Holding weight. Holding weight in my shoulders, in my neck in my core. I run until I'm sore. Still don't know if want to grow or shed This weight, all this weight Look in the mirror accepting , not myself, but the concept that I will Never know...

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I'm a woman Yes, an African woman Who knows her wants ...

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The story of every woman, They are not all the same, They vary as their faces are, No one author can have all written down, Given his length of days, Hidden in their chambers are untold stories, Stories to be told may be in the afterlife, Womanhood is a journey none has foreknown, A triathlon of vicissitudes, Womanhood is a walk saddled with daring...

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Four Things Four things in any land must dwell, If it endures and prospers well: One is manhood true and good; One is noble womanhood; One is child life, clean and bright; And one an altar kept alight....

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O' Woman ! You are not some Damsel in Distress , And Surely no less than an Empress . Never Let Patriarchy Wither your Madness, Isn't it Minute for all the Life and Gladness ? The time has come to awaken the Inner Goddess in You, For the Audacity often comes out of the Blue. Now You...

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The calendar is no longer a friend, its messages are clumsy numbers working with the clock to drift her from men’s fantasy that’s all she thinks of, life’s self acclaimed orphan with a lonely heart, she curses every evening and bellows everything romantic is now a sent agent of her torture a kissing couple, the obsidian of her own eruption others...

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The next test that's coming, study for it, but don't think the world will collapse if you don't do well enough; The next time you're on that weighing scale, try to work for losing some weight, but realize that you're not working for a more beautiful you, you're working for a fitter version of you, bear...

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