I am not your model for the gram
Or that spokesperson “size 2, I amâ€
However…†I’m a woman.â€
Worldly misplaced
Disqualified for measurements that lay within my waist
Just because I lacked a little “discipline†in taste
Kept me asking "Dear Lord.."
Why didn't you bless me with a "good" shape?
Scrutinized
For the lack of slant within both eyes
Chastised
For not never being the "right" size
Criticized
Because I was cursed with more love between these thighs
Sighs…
“....But... I'm a woman.â€
Fruitfully flawed and picked apart
Placed on society's canvas
Yet, I was no art
Always scratched at the surface
But never met at the heart
Kept me insecurely fed
And confidently starved...
“But… “
“But… I’m. A. Woman.â€