i want her tin skin. i want
her militant barbie breast,
resistant, cupped, no, cocked
in the V of her elbow. i want
my curves mountainous
and locked. i want her
arabesque eyes, i want her
tar markings, her curlicues,
i want her tin skin. she
is a tree, her hair a forest
of strength. i want to be
adorned with bottles. i
want my brownness
to cover all but the silver
edges of my tin skin. my
sculptor should have made
me like her round-bellied
maker hewed her: with chain-
saw in hand, roughly. cut
away from me everything
but the semblance of tender.
let nothing but my flexed
foot, toeing childhood, tell
the night-eyed, who know
how to look, what lies within.
A beautiful poem on shape nicely executed. Thanks and congratulation for being selected this poem as the poem of the day.
What lies within! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
but the semblance of tender. let nothing but my flexed....lies within- well shape
I must admit, I love your style of writing, a poetess with a unique spin on words as yours is such a breath of the freshest air, this poem can connect with everyone..oh how we wish we had what others have been blessed with, the mirror is indeed a place we see need for improvements
What lies beneath is the true beauty Of a real woman not the physical aspects but inner beauty, Great poem by the poet
Evie, Good day. More poets and critics will be reading your poems. By the way, I enjoy a few of them already.
A nice poem on what woman likes to look with a perfect body. Thanks for sharing. Keep on dropping such beautiful poems.
A nice poem on what woman likes to look with a perfect body. Thanks for sharing.
Thank you Evie. Expressing our thoughts and feelings is incredible. I don’t know about you but I remember most situations when I wrote my poetry.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
another great womanhood writings- nice