I am Just a Woman

I am just a woman,
and as a woman I love you.
But you proceed to call me hoe
because I do not bend over as quickly
as you would like.

And as a woman I miss you.
Yet you are quick to call me b!tch
because I refuse to accept your
unacceptable behavior.
Misleading,
but let you tell it,
it is only sometimes distrustful.

I am just a woman,
and as a woman I defend you.
However you are constantly call me trick
because you have yet to come to grips
with your own intimacy deficiency.
It always turns out that I talk too much
or sing to loud
and my dance is too wild.
Cause I refuse to care what other people
think.
My femininity radiates longer, brighter, and
stronger than anyone`s sunrays.

And as a woman I attempt to remind you
of your sister,
mother,
cousin,
teacher,
daughter,
your own inner self.

And as a woman I cry for you.
Meanwhile you repeatedly scream
p*ssy, p*ssy, p*ssy, p*ssy.
Because obviously someone slept through
Human Anatomy & Physiology 1,2,3,4
and forgot to recognize
that there is more to the female body
then just the vagina.

And I am just a woman.
Yet some would think my first name would
be
hooker, chic, fish, tramp, broad, sl*t,
submissive, domicile, stupid, worthless,
meantime, loose, @ss........

I could go on,
because I am just a woman.

And as a woman
I continue to
build you,
support you,
nuture you,
advance you,
pace you,
stand beside you,
encourage you,
acknowledge you,
for see you,
as I should
and
I remain standing,
just a woman.
-Breana Nicole M.-