I am more than nail polish.
I am more than earrings and hand bags.
I am more than dresses and long hair.
I am a woman.
I am a woman in my stretch-mark covered hips and in my deep and powerful heart.
I am a woman in the strength of my mind.
I am a woman in the roar of my soul.
I am a thief.
I have spent my life stealing from the women around me and from the women who came before me
I have stolen pieces of their souls
I have patched it over my own holes and filled myself with new strength
I have allowed these women to raise me higher
They are my heroes
They are my namesakes
Their very spirit intertwines with mine and I am me because of it.
Clad in nothing more
Nothing more than all that I am
Nothing more than my own beauty
Nothing more than me.
Tired of watering myself down.
Am I more palatable now?
Now that I’m decaf?
I believe in life
I believe in your right
Stop condemning her
Stop spreading your beliefs and privilege all over her body
I am ugly after midnight.
My hair, my face, and my thoughts become erratic and uneasy after midnight.
Why am I awake when the better part of the world is dreaming dreams and sleeping easy?
Why am I awake after midnight?
Why can I hear the deafening rhythm of his breath after midnight?
I’m alone after midnight.
I question my very existence after midnight.
I can feel every atom and molecule in my body after midnight.
There is no solace after midnight.
Don’t mind me.
I’m the one with the tits.
I won’t make a fuss.
I know how this world works.
I’ll just sit over here and look pretty.
You’ve told me too many times that that’s all I’m good for.
I don’t notice the gap between us.