Women

My curvaceous tilted hips. 

My rounded soft breasts

And My womb that carries life

Biologically make me a Woman. 

These ascetically pleasing attributes of my kind

are beautiful gifts that have been wrapped up

and suffocated by objectifications of sex.

But my body was not meant to please your needs 

of sexual self satisfaction,

My womb was not created to give birth 

to the continuation of your last name,

But to continue the functioning of our world. 

Women are mothers that nurture our future. 

We are mothers of science, language,art, culture and politics. 

Our rites to be have been oppressed and not stressed in the past,

But now my dears we have the power to stand out.

So why, why is it that we choose to stand out with our bodies instead of our brains?

Idols of growing girls dance on poles and pose nude. 

Daughters and mothers and sisters throwing away their dignity to be 

what the media sees as beauty. 

Women who are selling their goods for the lime light,

Spit STDs on the graves of women activist who fought for our suffrage.

So tell me why when I turn on the TV I have to be ashamed of my vagina. 

We need to change the derogatory implication of the word feminine

To one with more pride. 

We need to raise our new generation of girls on heros like 

Elizabeth Blackwell, Susan B. Anthony, and Toni Morrison. 

Because they are rightful examples of how women should be.

And finally we need to remind our daughters to flaunt these and not these. 

 

Reviews

[Surreal Sabrina]

In the last line when performing this poem I point to my breast then my brains just saying.. haha