I am a woman.

My stomach is not flat,

but my skin is soft.

My lips, they whisper

Gentle soothings through the night.

I am a woman.

Hair shows itself upon my legs;

My breasts are supple;

My curves, they sway.

I am not ashamed of what makes me

A woman.

Curls grow in my sweetest of places,

just where they should.

Lines show beneath my eyes

and gray hairs appear as my days divide.

I am nature's force, and

Carrier of life.

Beauty.

I am a woman.