I am woman
Predictable, readable
Like blood on my bathroom floor.
I am woman and I crawl
Under the weight of your reason
Which measures me like cloth
Fit to be draped over the dinner table.
I am woman
Roughly, charmingly, frighteningly
As I cut through moving buses
And half empty-streets.
I am woman
Dancing on your imagination,
Sexy and demure,
Swallowed and vomited, all in a night.
I am woman,
Storing my feelings in an airtight container,
Keeping them within room temperature,
Just how you like them–
Controlled, disciplined and available.
I am woman- and you-
A human being,
Walking with grace
Under the light of your birthright,
Etched on your bones,
Present and Unacknowledged.
Beautiful.