I am who I am because of the goddess
Who gave birth to me
With her round body and her
Oooh so perfect childbearing hips
She carried me
With a swollen belly and ankles and yet
She never complained
Her golden brown skin shone
As if it had been covered with honey
And she looked as sexy as ever
I am a woman of many extraordinary women and
I too one day will be extraordinary woman and
Carry my own generation of extraordinaire's
To keep this legacy going
As they have done so gracefully before me
I am a woman
You cannot define me my goddess
Already has
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Babalwa, I agree, you are already defined by who you've become. Excellent write. Ivan