The Female Form

I am more than my breasts

High and pointed

Or low and pendulous

I am more than my ass

Full and bubbled

Or flat and crepey

I am more than my hips

Lush and rounded with maturity

Or jutting bones and angular in composition

My female form

Is not your platform

For dictating my diet, my love life, or

My station in society

My female form

Be it powerful and taking

More room than you might like

Or petite and seemingly easy to

Manipulate how you may choose

Is not here for you to touch, molest

Or otherwise feel it's surface

I am more than my thighs

Large and often touching

Or lean and tight

I am more than my calves

Muscular and thick

Or lengthy and slender

My female form

Comes with inertia

Stamina and rage

My female form

Comes with sensuality

Silky and graceful

I am more than my lips

Pouty and full

Or thin and creased

I am more than my vagina

Mothered and hidden

Or eager and renowned

My female form

Is not a vessel for you to fill

A secret you can keep

Or a trinket to be displayed

My female form

Comes with wisdom

Knowledge of a goddess

Carrying the burden

Of shackles that may or

May not be imaginary

My female form comes with love

Desire and tenacity

It will keep you up at night

And rock you to sleep at will

My female form

Will continue to make you

Feel uncomfortable