All Woman

In all that is me

I am woman

Black hair 

Brown skin

I am woman

Lower back arched like the bridges I’ve been too afraid to cross on foot

Woman

Kings Hawaiian rolls in all the right places since birth

Woman

Oh and I love me some me for all the “she” that I am

Woman


Eyes like slivers of almonds when the sun shines bright 

Or I laugh for real

Or get squeezed tight

Woman


In all that is me

I am woman

The roar

The tears

The toil

I am woman


All that I fear

All that I’ve conquered

All that I still have to face set before me

Woman


The ups and downs

The hills I will choose to climb and the ones I will just casually roll down

I am woman


Not just in March do I march

365 and beyond

Woman

PoetSimone

Lover of words, unicorns, and all things purple.

When there isn’t a pen in her hand PoetSimone can be found in the kitchen or sipping tea.

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