Seen

i can't be sad anymore

can’t be stopped by a child unborn

can’t be heartbroken for a past lover’s scorn

can’t be frozen by womanhood torn

Those Svelte ladies of the Catwalk

with No Smile, No Talk

Owning Their Turf

i need to be like Them More

With So Much To Do

there’s No Time to mourn

Eventually, Life will Fill Out

with the Curves of

Projects and Advancements and Evolving Skill Sets

but, Right Now

I’m Content with

the Baby Fat of Fashion

Tangerine JumpSuits

and UltraViolet Heels

Purple Pencil Skirts

and Silvery Silhouettes

Bronze Bangles

and Crimson Couture

Marching Formations of Inspiration

Promising there’s More Color in Life

than the black sorrow

attempting to consume Me

I’ll Fluff Up My Hair

Slim Down My Waist

Boost Up My Breasts

and Hold down my hate

Focus Instead on Perfecting My Stride

In these Sheer Thigh Highs

Become OK with being Seen Again

Regain My Power as a Woman