9/15/2021 divine femininewould you love me more
if I were small? if my body barely filled your palm would that be enough? how can I get my skin to cling to my bones but still leave you something to hold at night? should I be dainty? docile? silent? weak? you want me slender, yet full. intelligent, but never more so than you. selfless, but never expectant. to remain myself, but only under your conditions. do you find it threatening the way I tower over you? is the force behind my grip surprising? does the sharpness of my tongue offend you? your face twists at the sight of the curve in my hips. you call me a heathen for the hair on my arms and legs, I’m undesired for the softness of my midsection, disgusting for waking up to blood-stained sheets. but these things make me human and more importantly, a woman. my rough voice leaves your ears ringing. my quick wit leaves you stuttering. “hideous woman” you keep muttering. “divine feminine” I bite back with confidence surely smothering. I will not shrink myself for your conditional love. Comments are closed.
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