I am not

Your servant in a skirt. The pretty young thing
you leave after a one night stand. The dumb
child you placate. The naïve woman whose
husband is banging the neighbor. The mallrat
scoping out the pimple faced hotties. The emo
chick with her heart on her sleeve. The
internet babe who’s on cam for real. The Holly-
wood ingénue wasting away for the industry
standard. The pop star selling sex on the airwaves.
The party girl smoking a stogie and swilling
cherry vodka.

I am

A living, breathing woman. The poet that
will call it as she sees it. The strong and sensitive
fortress who is not afraid to say what’s on her
mind. Flesh, blood, bones, and emotions wrapped
up into a package worthy of more. More than
just a stereotypical package. More than just a
middle school label that constricts and confines.

I am me.