Updated: Apr 3
My women want me to break free
From the chains that once bound them
To the grounds of dark and dingy
Cells built by the society
But my women also want me to
Stay in my limits and
Please my man and
Fix things that are broken by him.
My women want me to step out
From inside the veils
That once forced them to
Have their face hidden
But my women also cringe
And shriek and gasp
At the sight of my navel
And my beautiful black bra strap.
My women want me to soar high
And spread my wings like an eagle
To do things that once seemed
Like a distant dream
But my women also warn me
To stay inside the magic circle
Because I'm a woman and I shouldn't
Let my dreams get the best of me.
My women are like
Modern day replicas of King Solomon,
Sprinkling words of wisdom
With every breath they take
But my women are also fooliaminy,
Spilling age-old shackles
And constantly going back to their shells,
Dragging other women along with them.
My women are yin.
My women are yang.
//NaPoWriMo, Day 2