English poem- Woman’ by Susan Jarvis Bryant

 

Woman

Susan Jarvis Bryant

For years I’ve known exactly what it means
To own the weight and wonder of my sex—
The crimson flow of knowledge in my teens,
The curve and swell—my spell—the heady hex
That lures love to the precipice of bliss.
I know the grit and guts it took to claw
Through white hot pain. I roared in its abyss
To feel my velvet newborn latch and draw
Sustenance—a mother’s luscious gift.
I feel the glow that womanhood has gleaned
From challenges—the losses, lows, and lifts…
And now the term’s diminished and demeaned.

Woman—up for grabs—come have a feel.
Try her on for size—does she appeal?