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I am Woman

What determines the beauty of a woman

Is it her soft grace when she speaks

The way her hand moves to her chest when she laughs


Is it the way she controls the room

Demanding attention with every echo of her high heels

Is it the way she nurtures her children

Empathetic to their needs

Sympathetic to their wounds

Is it the way she lightly scolds them

One small look and even the rotten becomes edible

Is it the way she loves

So fierce


With everything she has

Fighting the good fight

Even fighting the bad ones

Is it the curve of her back side

The broadness of her hips

And the fullness of her lips

Is it the way her hair cascades down

Or maybe sit short in soft curls

Highlighting cheekbones

Accentuating her eyes

Is it the way she cares

Cries for the needy and the undeserving

Yet stands strong in times of weakness

Is it her charm

To engage a room with ease without skipping a beat

Leaving no hand unshaken

Or hug not given

Is it the way she smiles

Lights up a whole block

Turns the darkest of days

Into the brightest of lights

Is it her boldness

Daring to be heard

Yet subtle in her approach

Standing behind her man

To protect his back

Leaving hers exposed

Is it the way she carried a child

Belly protruding with life inside

Yet she appears to walk around as if

She’s walking on air

And carrying life

Was the easiest thing to do

On a Tuesday

Is it the way she prays

Proclaiming her love of God

Delivering scriptures to the believers

And non

Never losing faith

In a higher power

Is it the way she cooks

Meals made from the soul

Cooked with love, joy,

And sometimes pain

But hidden in the valley of taste buds

Of pure savory goodness

Is it the way she chuckles at herself

For being forgetful


And sometimes foolish

An inside joke that she only shares with herself

Is it the way men look at her

When her hair is pretty

And bottom sits out

And lashes are full

And eyes are seductive

Is it when she cries

Cause it’s only done in private

But the pain is so evident

Yet hidden

At the same time

A magician

Is it because she’s powerful

Holds so many titles











Is it the way she forgives

Even though it hurts

The only way to freedom

To give it to someone else

How do u determine the beauty of a woman?


She just is.
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Submitted by IamMinMei on February 03, 2021

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