Unplanned words spilled out
from my mouth to establish,
“you are not in charge.”
I am radiant,
my worth is not based on you,
I am beaming warmth.
Painted veil, pressed dress,
one bright smile, no event–
just because I can.
Resting bitch face on,
a woman with a mission;
don’t get in my way.
I do not owe you
a smile or a giggle,
you are not funny.
A female sports fan
can appreciate the game
it’s not just all lust.
God is a Woman
sitting on a shiny throne,
adorned in satin.
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