Why is it the womanhood is so vile?
People bash our bodies opening us up like
watermelons to see how sweet we are inside.
Squeezing our hopes and dreams like oranges into a glass cup.
I think you're threatened of our bodies sweetness.
Threatened of our anger.
Get used to it.
we are every fruit you wish you could pick from the tree.
When our trees shed leaves you run
because god for bid my ovaries drop an egg
and my legs split like a canyon with a sanguine
river flowing for a week.
You get down on your knees begging
for our bodies so long that
when you stand your ankles crack like
the noise I make on my way up the stairs from the
I let my spine arch on the bed creating an invisible
hill that you will try to climb.
We are becoming stronger by learning not to brush
cruel cat calls you make when we walk by
but instead we raise our middle fingers.
Tell you to woman up
Tell you to grow some damn ovaries because
lets face it your balls will never mount our courage.
No its not that I don't think you're strong
but I know you need to change the way you speak to women.
Stop calling us hoes because we wont send you nudes.
Stop shaming us with our body parts.
Stop saying "that's' gay" why is something weird gay.
Do you remember when I said you are threatened of our anger?
No baby this is rage.
This is something I don't like to wear its like
a heavy coat that clings to
my sweaty caramel skin during Florida winters.
Do not be threatened of our sweetness.
We are honeycombs
golden yellow and thick.
We love the feeling of our honey dripping
on your lips.
We want you to covet our thoughts not our thighs
take in our cellulite like oxygen
but not until you learn.
To march with us. Fight with us. Show pride with us,
when we wear our flowy shirts and tight jeans
because don't you dare say my lacy bralette was asking for it.
If you understand now.
Take a stroll over to the orange groves
and peel back our thick layers of glory
and now you can taste our royalty.