Entitled

by Excel A

October 27, 2015

I am woman.

I'm not proclaiming it

to persuade you to see what I am not.

I am the carrier of labor pains

For the delivery of greatness,

An existence carried on our backs.

Gratitude backed up in the bowels

Of men who lack perception

And receive redemption for the abuse

And misconception of our use.

I am woman

This is not only what you see of me.

Because of who I am.

But what you feel In me.

The calm you reveal

As you lay upon my breasts

Receiving the rest you feel you deserve

While I serve you full intimacy.

I let you into my secrecy

Share my sacred virginity

Every stroke deeper into my vanity.

I am woman.

I know my value is immeasurable

And my worth unattainable.

Because I am woman.

I am strength at the very length

Of what's being measured.

The value of pleasurable

stimulation to your soul

Beyond the limitation of a "duty"

Or a role

I am woman

I am intelligence in the very sense.

The depth of My virtue

Contains my excellence.

I am woman

The sensitivity of my tears

Are built up from all the years

We have cried "I am Woman!"

And you deferred hearing from your ears.

Ignored our cares. Fed our fears

Attacked our hair

My beauty degraded for your entertainment

My ability, emotional stability underestimated.

Meant to break me down,

Sizable for your incompetence

And still, here I am.

Woman

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Comments (2)

Excel AOct 28, 2015

<p>Thank You! I got chills writing it lol</p>

gussiebranscomeOct 27, 2015

<p>I got chills reading this. This is exactly what I needed. This is so beautiful.</p>