Woman I am
I carry the burdens of yesterday
Not only mine, but yours to
Woman I am
Some call me mother
Others call me whore
I carry the bastard baby of tomorrow
And call it my own
Society looks at me and see the gift I am to man
But all I am is woman
Slave to your lustful desires
And only there to love
When the world has nothing more to offer
Still all I am is woman
I have not the power of man
Nor the wisdom
Or so they say
I am but woman
Gift from God
Yet slave to man
I am nothing if You man don't allow me to be
Yet You man are the bastard I carry in my womb
The one I nurture
I love you when the world turns it's back on you
I give you all when you believe you can no longer be
And all I am
All I'll ever be
Is but woman
Woman to thee
Wife
Daughter
Whore
I am
Author notes
Written August 8th, 2006
A contest entry
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625 points, ended January 13, 2008, 88 entries
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I love this poem, absolutely love it. strong words and very strong emotions all through out this poem. I do believe that this poem carries a strong message, one that should be heard. abuse is a terrible thing that happens all to often and more often than not, not enough is done about it. being a survivor of abuse myself, I feel that we should not only be heard, but also helped.
great job on writing this.
good luck in the contest.
kat
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Impressive!
Look in the mirror and know the age old truth; the knife cuts both ways. Without a woman a man is lost, belive me. Words so well stated.
Good luck in the contest.
Jim -
Wow!! Woman I am.
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Excellent
interesting... NEW... impressive
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Amazing
Amazing piece!! I love the structure. Your words are haunting and chilling. This is a very moving write!! Take Care!!
~*Lori*~
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