i'm not afraid of my womanhood
my hair flows to my waist in waves,
and i wear seafoam in the garden
caress the flowers with my pale pink cheeks
my body is tall, with soft edges and gentle sways
i carry the weight of these parts of myself
but i look in the mirror
and i am not afraid
of the softness of my edges
and the signs of womanhood

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