Her countenance, soft yet bold and daring,
Created from a time when I needed to heal,
Her qualities evident to the women there sharing
Pain and doubts breaking their inner steel.
Picking her up from her shelf where she sits
Watching over me in her bodacious style,
With a wink of her eye, she laughs with such wit,
I realize that she has been mocking me all the while.
Each of my moments of tears shed in the dark,
I hear her remind me my purpose when I gave her life.
“Did you think that creating me was just a lark?
Oh, no, my dear girl, time to put down your strife.
I am here to remind you of your fullness and beauty,
To tell you that you are not less than those vain glorious lasses,
Those women who think they’re all that, so damned snooty.
Nope, my dear, you could easily knock them off their a…..!
Remember what you said when my bosom you crafted?
These curves you sewed into my body so ample?
They’re yours to visualize as the spell you drafted.
Rich and juicy, you promised to sample
All that life offered, no apologies, remember?
Now, my dear, time to pick yourself up off the floor,
Throw away that sad face, girl, live in your splendor,
Stop this self-pity party, you’re becoming quite the bore.
To those who would try to take you back down that road,
Tell them to … well, you know what to say.
You don’t need them to lessen your load,
No, throw those old wet blankets away.
You are magnificent, you are quite a treasure.
Listen to those that see your rare diamonds
That glitter and sparkle and give such pleasure.
Yeah, baby! Send those idiots straight to the lions.
I’ve said it before, I’ll say it again, done with the analogies,
Now take this to heart, live juicy and live life with flair!
Take no prisoners, be you, bodacious, no more apologies,
There’s not a one in this world with you could compare.”
I laugh at her speech, and place her on my table,
I take her words and wind them in my mind.
Now I know I am much more than able
And packing my life in boxes no longer seems unkind.
~CWylde © 2015