You are a woman
You are not a woman who loves too much,
Nor the one who loves too little.
Nor the woman who loves too soon.
Remember, you are not a type,
Not someone to be created as a hype.
You are not a quote,
Not someone to be easily broke.
You are a woman,
Made up of sweat, blood and skin.
You are not a muse,
Certainly, not someone’s excuse.
You are not a trophy to be won,
Not even a loss to be mourned.
You are not made up of those adjectives.
You are not a place of solace,
You are not there to fill their empty space.
You are not a hurt,
Not even an assert.
You are a woman,
Made up of sweat, blood and skin.
You are not a muse,
Certainly, not someone’s excuse.
Remember, you are not a solution,
You are not even, a blame.
Nor are you a conclusion.
You are not the one they can own,
Not the one who comes without a backbone.
You are not just someone they want to date,
Certainly not the one they can obligate.
You are a woman,
Made up of sweat, blood and skin.
You are not a muse,
Certainly, not someone’s excuse.
You are not an answer,
You are not even a question.
You are a woman, not a metaphor.
You are not a sage,
Not even an old adage.
You are not the one who needs to sacrifice,
Whoever you are, you suffice.
Yes.
You are a woman,
Made up of sweat, blood and skin.
You are not a muse,
Certainly, not someone’s excuse.