There are too many words.
Each day I am drown in words.
Once, I sat with a man each day for
six months and not a word passed between us
I've never forgotten how moved I was by what he said. . .
What I'm trying to say is that
I have a need, now and then to shake
the words out of my hair.
All the stale and used-up words-
the frantic panic words that jump about my desk -
and the heavy meaningful words
that hang like curtains in the air.
The people who spin words about me
holding me tightly to them -
and the people who fill every corner with urgent words within their voices -
every inch of my room -
closing the space through
which they may fall to nothing.
One word would be enough!
Just one word
that I might hold it in my palm I would
weigh it
and know it.
I am a woman. This does not mean that I am a mere trophy, an outsourced breeder of babies, a breathing spatula to toss your eggs. I am first my Mother's daughter and I am definitely more than what has been spoken of me! So I ask you brother that you hear me out. I am a dreamer, helper, nurturer, inventor and an individual. I am not a piece of meat or a skirt out on the street. I am not just a set of flamboyant legs or a pretty face. Don’t limit me to a mere fantasy or a test drive for your hormones. Listen brother I am a woman… my Father’s daughter. I love to be loved but I do not want to be treated like loving me is a favor. Love me like I’m that gift. Unwrap me with kindness because listen brother I am my Mother’s daughter. I ask that you be my cover, my brother, do not exploit my purity for your own lusts or gain. Honor me. Listen brother I am my mother’s daughter. Treat me like you would your blood sister. Hold me like a tender rose and look...
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