I am a woman
Generations of life are born out of this mother
I am a woman
So often my wise opinions and words are smothered
And with open honesty
I speak with modesty
Your sweet kisses flatter
You are to me all that matters
But sometimes when you look at me
I wonder what it is in me that you see
I suppose you can tell
That I got brain cells
But I ask,
Can you see the woman in me?
Is it a task for I wear no masks?
You try to keep me penciled in a flask
Can you see the woman in me?
I am a woman with pride
My strength is a strong tide
My road is forever rough to ride
But when it is time to take sides
Behind dark walls, you run and hide
I am a woman with love
With pretty assets that curve
And when you give me the shove
I feel a thousand boxing gloves
Have hit me deliberately from above
I question,
Can you see the woman in me?
Come Sex! , my name is always mentioned
Some Vex! , when I try to be me and free
Copyright 2008 - Sylvia Chidi
A remarkable poem on 'Woman' I appreciate your line: 'Generations of life are born out of this mother'. How true!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The trouble is Sylvia that the older we get, people only see the outside image, not the young soul within, who still strives to be a woman, sexy, beautiful, charming and loved. Delightful piece and it says so much about us women and our lives. Love and hugs Ernestine XXX