Womanhood

14 May 2021

I’ve heard women in older generations talk about modesty

Like a grand philosophy, a high class society ideology

Deciding with one look a woman’s worth

Little girls with eyes the size of suns listen to every word

I’ve seen mother’s live the life they never got through their bright daughters

I’ve seen beauty exploited until it’s unrecognizable

I’ve felt the lines of my ego and idea of self-worth blur until I can’t tell them apart

Womanhood is realizing you aren’t a kid anymore

It’s applying lipstick in dirty mirrors

It’s a stomachache that wakes you from your sleep

Womanhood is the dark side of the moon,

And the fabric of the air we breathe