Have eyes that have cried seen God or pain?
Why must the appearance of emotion seem so insane?
And over time
Do the scars on your skin show affliction or a story?
Why does growing seem so gory?
And what of the stretch marks on your bosom belly or backside?
Have you been crucified for your imperfections or praised for what has stretched you on the inside?
Wombs carry wounds
Each month we shed blood for the sake of preservation
And we hold blood for mankind’s creation.
It’s sad how our strengths are perceived as weaknesses
How our tears are signs of distress rather than joy
And our beauty is defined in flawless appearance
Rather than honored for its everlasting changes
The strength it carries throughout the ages.
The wears and tears
We wear it well.
Women are essential pieces of the broken pieces of this tattered specie of mammal called humans
As protons are to a nucleus
Our uniqueness is a vital part of our existence.
Treat us as more than just property.