poetry

She’s Me

Power is a woman

Naked as the daylight

Looking at herself in the bathroom mirror

Examining and scrutinizing

Every inch, curve, peek and dimple

Expressionless face

She runs her hand through her neck

Through her breasts

Sore!

Through her stomach, it has grown

Age.

Progressing down to herself

Hair, hairless oh the constant struggle

The shame.

Pride.

Her legs, scratches, marks and scars

The last etched nail paint

She looks at herself

She’s power

Courage.

She’s might

You.

She’s Me

 

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