I wrote this poem after reading “Milk and Honey” for the first time. This is how I hope to feel at least most of the time about myself, my femininity, my body, though it is always a struggle. This is a sample of the weaponization of femininity.
I was born a natural beauty
With eyes full of lightening across the sea
Tiger stripes across my thighs
And a flower between my legs so sweet
It can make you beg
I was born a goddess
with words powerful enough to make rivers flow from mountain tops
with legs as thick as tree trunks
strong enough to hold down the world
I was born a woman
with strength in being soft
with love flowing in my veins
and arms warm enough to hold every child
I was born beautiful
and no one had the power to convince me otherwise
