Cut me free of the all that is soft.
The long hair you bind.
The full soft breasts
the curve of shallow hips.
Soft white skin shatters,
Poison and dust
green eyes that bleed saline tears.
Make me more then a woman.
Paint me not in your colors.
Scent me not in flowers.
Leave me the strength,
the power of these arms
and the legs to trun and run
So tired of the beautiful
See me beyound soft flesh,.
womans mounds, lack of curls.
The power within.
match me will for will
word for word
I lack your male-ness
but i am more then a woman,
not yet a goddess.
