And on this particular morning he had an extra spoon of audacity
So it was only right I be the bitterness in his sweet ideal of a woman
Do I look like the type that can be perched on a pedestal
I cannot be your trophy wife–have you seen these hips
Do they strike you as submissive
There is no shape wear you could buy to conform these hips to fit your ego
These hips have seen war and battled on the front lines
Have you felt the scratches on my walls–left behind by the warriors that climbed through them
Though my walls may be listed as made by man
Giving the false pretense that man could ever control the sway in my hips
Don’t be fooled because these walls are where man was made
man made © 2021 Candice Leigh
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