I am oozing womanhood and personality,
I am curvy without apology

I will never grow weary from celebrating this magic
From marrow to skin, to ignore this Heaven would be tragic

I trudge rugged terrain in near magical stride,
because you expect a heave here,
a shortness of breathe there,
You confuse my body’s health with its breadth.

But I am never bowing to your philosophy, Me and every inch of mine,
Owe you no apology.


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