We're raised to be strong and independent
Yet still, we must hold on to our femininity
Carrying both traits with grace and resilience
Forced to navigate a world of masculine toxicity
Men treat us like objects, disposable and cheap
Complaining about the baggage we carry within
But they fail to see that it's baggage they caused us to keep
Leaving us with walls so high, we don't know where to begin
We crave love and affection, but it's hard to let someone in
Too many men play games with our emotions
Leaving us with shattered hearts and broken wings
Turning us into single mothers by choice, making tough decisions
The good men feel like a rare and precious treasure
Our hearts long for an old-fashioned gentleman
But too often, we find only pain and pressure
Forced to fight for what we deserve, time and time again
The media paints a picture of the "perfect woman"
One who's slim-thick, flawless, and always obedient
But we refuse to conform, to be made into their creation
Standing tall in our own beauty, proud and resilient
So let us carry our confusion like a badge of honour
Embracing the contradictions that make us unique
Rising above the limitations imposed upon us
And creating a better world for the women yet to speak.
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Melanin Verses
Poetry"Step into the vibrant world of 'Melanin Verses: Celebrating Black Womanhood,' a collection of poetic gems penned by a young Gen Z artist. Journey with me, a black girl, from the tapestry of my teenage dreams to the canvas of young adulthood. Explor...
