Reverence

“Reverence” is not a request. It’s a declaration. This poem was born from a refusal to be reduced to body parts, household roles, or someone else’s fragile idea of femininity. It speaks to the agency, depth, and power that exist beyond stereotypes — beyond the tidy little boxes meant to contain us. It’s a reminder that women are not possessions, trophies, or props in someone else’s story. We are whole worlds, and entry is earned, not assumed.

You can look and dream to feel but I transcend … these
Hips, Lips, Legs, Ass and Tits. Never will I be, a spoke in your wheel. One of any — many

I am beyond your home-wrecker
(talk to your spouse about that; matter of fact)

I rise above your one-night-stand.
More than just … a mini-skirt, little-black dress, lingerie, t-shirt

I would love if you did but don’t expect you to understand
My essence surrounds; Flows through and lies above you

See me in the Moon. The Sky, in the afternoon
Sense my passion … in Lightning; Rain; the Sun.
Listen for me in the Thunder. Capture a glimpse of my heart
In the Stars.

You can look and dream to feel but I am beyond …
Beyond your meal-maker, house-cleaner, child-bearer, shit-taker,
Wooden-Dummy. Your always-dtf-shag
(unless that’s who I wanna be. Agency!)

I am not your trophy-handbag. This is me … refusing to be your property. I persist beyond your demeaning. The manifestations of your self-loathing. Your devastating devaluing. Deceiving!

I am so much more than … one dimension
More than you are capable of seeing through the inadequacy of your masculinity.

You cannot let me down.
I am Queen — reminded by the weight of my invisible crown
You can look but only dream to feel

… The Power of My Femininity

Reverence

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