Do not call me a man
I value honesty above all things
and that is the worst lie you could say of me
I give you the power to have power over me
and you insult me by questioning my womanhood
if in attribute of personality rather than form
body dysmorphia cannot deny
that I have brought life into this world by mine own womb
am I not full woman?
I have dominated with a woman’s strength
I have taken my right for myself
is there man in this?
am I not full woman?
all things being fluid,
I can identify my own gender as I believe it to be so
my body may be round and soft
these breasts have preformed their function,
the one beyond objects for longing and fondling and pleasure
I am a carnal being
I am a caressing being
I am an earthly being
I am a guarded, duplicitous, vengeful being
am I not a full woman?
there may well be no beauty for me to fall back on
no artist will ever find youth in my gaze
I am no innocent
I am no meek, tender virgin
you are not the first to plunder these shores
spoiled and stretched
guarded and cold
am I not a full woman?
