The art of being a woman

Inspired by Sarah Kays “The Type”

 

You are woman.

Skin and bones.

Nails and teeth.

Hair and spit.

Nothing about you is symbolic,

you do not owe the world a damn thing.

 

So be free.

Know that your head is made of clouds,

your eyes of star dust,

your stomach of dragons,

your heart of roses.

Most importantly know that your hands were made to build.

You are a work of the gods.

Carved straight from the sky

mixed in with sugar, spice, rocket fuel, and whatever the hell else they could find.

 

You are a woman.

When you dream

use your mind, body, and soul.

The mind is the birthplace of fantasy, where every great story begins.

The body is a tool to get you from point A to Jupiter.

And the soul is how you know it’s real.

Once you start, don’t you dare turn back.

Look up to the stars and tell yourself that they are not high enough.

Know that there is a whole world waiting for you once you stretch out your arms to let it in.

Don’t ever say sorry, but always add please and thank you.

Be loud. Be unforgettable.

Laugh at the world below,

and love every moment that brought to you Heaven or Hell.

 

Soar up into the sky searching for a God.

And if you fall,

fall with style.

Fall knowing you attempted greatness,

if only for a little while.

 

You are a woman

You are not limited to the vocabulary of

soft, and gentle.

Motherly, and petite.

You are not a price or a product.

You are not a song or a poem.

You are not just some thoughts and sharp edges.

You are a person.

Your body is not just something that bleeds.

It is a body.

And it is so full of life you could drown.

 

You are a woman.

You have curves that make men drool,

legs that make them beg,

and a walk that could make an atheist turn and say “God damn”.

You are a mystery in a tight skirt.

When you moan the whole world trembles.

 

You are a woman

If you were the wheather you would be a hurricane and a sunset all on the same day.

Able to wreck a city and paint the sky before noon

while still leaving time to read.

 

You are a woman

With lungs,

fill them with air and scream.

With eyes,

Show them every inch of the world.

With a heart,

Do not lock her away in the fear of imperfections.

 

You are a woman.

Your body was built to give life.

Tell me you aren’t special.