I AM A WOMAN

I lay my garments so I'm bare,
And subtly wonder as I stare.
The me reflection isn't fair,
And no one knows how she doth fare.
What they do, is look and stare.
Pride from my bosom sat on my head,
I became conscious whose sight I fed.
Men, men, in all different spheres.
I lose control when I see them in pairs;
My legs won't sway my bosom with grace,
Or maybe it does I tell from their face.
I'd look in the mirror again and again;
To transit from girl to woman is gain.