Treasure Island

Esther Melbourne

(London UK)

I Am Women

I am women
Daughter of Afro Caribbean roots
Full figured
Ebony coco brown
is my
My Face oval shaped
Eyes wide
Resembling moon
Lips almond
Hair as deep as indigo
I stand
5”8 feet tall

Un perfect in many ways
I have desires to seek all within my soul
Penetrating the spirit which resides

I do all to provide for my seed
I cry
when the pain and struggle is too much to bear
I laugh
Controlling my frustrations when
Pushed by the lips of my young
transcending through to the other side
I am Women
I am women

from all directions
Has been a visitor
Yet I over come
And continue
To live
I have desires
To become that women
The women who lives
inside my dreams
the one no one but I can see

S ecure
A women of courage
Motivated to challenge myself until
is what I posses

I am women
I am Women
Inspiring many
I’ve fallen at the hands of abuse in ways only few have
Been informed of
But it shapes me into my transcending transformation stages to
I am women
Seen through these eyes
domestic Violence to those who could not defend themselves
I am women

I am women
I am women

Submitted: Thursday, August 04, 2011
Edited: Thursday, August 04, 2011

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