There is an impossible standard
In our society today – and
I have had enough
Of not measuring up.
As a woman
I am supposed to be nurturing,
Submissive, and sweet
I must be able to keep
A man satisfied
But God forbid
I embrace MY sexuality
For MY own purpose and pleasure
Despite all of this
My body continues to weather
My storms –
My heart still beats
just beneath my skin
It IS thin perhaps – but it serves its purpose
My blood vessels reach
Like dainty blue branches
I have received many second chances –
I am ALIVE
My lungs can fill & inflate
With oxygen
I may have bloomed late
But praise God that I can bloom at all
My feet are wide
But they anchor me to the ground
I have found
Purpose for my body
It exists for me and me alone
It is the place that my heart & soul
Call home.
