She

Cover her eyes with the veil of forgiveness so she can learn to love the skin she’s in.
Battling her entity,
She is often burdened with being a woman.

She lives for everyone else’s breath, unable to take her own.
She’s been waiting to exhale since birth.
She waits for true love but always loves hard- beaten, broken, mentally abused, and misunderstood by the XY.
She’s even double X'd by her own kind.
She’s never enough:
Too tall, too short…
Too skinny, too fat…
Too dark, too light…
Not quite a model type chick or too thick for her own good.
Judged,
Her worst enemy is herself.
Questioning why her breast and booty aren’t big enough,
or why he is only interested in them rather than her mind.
Object for sex:
Girls shake that ass,
Be his bitch,
His slut, his trophy,
His punching bag, his wrongs…
It’s your fault.
She was made to please.
Her wants and needs are on a “need to do” list.
She’s still waiting to be fulfilled.
Instead, she conquers lives with only two hands, carrying the world for miles…years even on bare shoulders.
She is protected,
Though often lets her guard down to get hurt.
She knows he’s no good, but thoughts of being the one who stuck by him, loved him, changed him would save him.

See love is a way of life and the nurtures she conceives give birth to little baby boy seeds that either recognize women as dime pieces or queens.
She can’t win them all,
But be damned if she doesn’t try.
Programmed to sacrifice, survive, and succeed.
She created the heavens, the earth, Adam, and everything in between.
She is where civilization began.

~still in process~
Ebpoetry