Woman by Roberto Plena Irizarry

You are woman
I hear your screams
Between dinner plates and lingerie
Your chest and hips are measured
Determining if you are to be chosen
The good wife, at the cost of your heart, sometimes your sanity.
Post-partem depression is caused by pre-partem partner.
This is no fair trade.
You have been hoodwinked.
Your body spends a lifetime serving man,
A source of constant pleasure
How many licks does it take to get to the center of a cancerous breast?
Men don't wear pink, we wouldn't know.
Hands that will age faster with each clean dish
They will pull,
squeeze,
glide,
slide,
press,
grip,
hold,
and smack.
Your eyes say it all
Truth
From womb to grave,
the world will depend on u.
Mouths to feed,
clothes to sew,
men to please
and floors to sweep.
Your tears are not to be seen,
your cries are not to be heard.
You’re told - “Don't bother me with your shit,
be happy I'm wit’cha ass.”
Forced to cover up in the east
or undress completely in the west.
We confuse billboard ads for reality.
In my eyes, you don't need to wear a size 4 for me to love u.
When will u say, “Enough is enough”?
You who carry life.
You who give birth to men who in turn make you feel like you should have never been born.
Some bruises will come from lovebites,
The worst ones from closed fists.
Light of the world,
Not objects of desire.
You embody strength,
You are no desperate housewife
Your are no sex in the city
You are the cause of man
We came from you and think only
about cumming in you.
You are no old maid.
You are new royalty.
You are not a piece of ass.
You are peace of mind.
Almost every woman I've ever known has been subject to pain by the hands of a man.
I wish my thoughts could slash the throats of all those men.
You are woman
I hear your screams.

Roberto Irizarry copyright © 2010