to the woman who...

to the woman who...

To the woman who gets cat called on the daily. To the woman who is ugly if she says, "No thank you." To the woman who "must be on her period" when she stands up for herself. To the woman who has been told to smile more. To the woman who is grabbed, groped, and man handled. To the woman who is told her worth is in the way her hips move and how high her chest sits. To the woman who is shamed for her stretch marks, hairy legs, and lack of booty. To the woman who feels more like an object of pleasure than a human being. To the woman who just isn't enough yet is way too much.

You are not their words. You are not their actions. You are not their opinions, their stares, their ignorance. You are not a product to be kept on a shelf and only dusted off and used when a man needs satisfaction and pleasure. You are not a trophy to be shined and displayed for viewing pleasure. Your quality and beauty is not decided on your choice to share or not share your number with a man. Your worth is not on a scale of one to a dime piece. Your body is not his to practice with. You are not his personal property. He did not sign a life-time lease for your body. You are not his test dummy to be reckless with. You're not his. Woman, you are not his. You are not his.

You are a queen with a kingdom of your own. You are a thought out masterpiece painted by the most decisive of artists. You are a soul full of intelligence, beauty, and strength. You are a warrior with territory to conquer. You are whatever hair length, dress size, and amount of makeup you choose. You are all colors of skin. You are a scientist. An artist. A teacher. A free-spirit. A CEO. You are what YOU decide to be. You are a book full of chapters and stories to be told. You are anything and everything you want to be. You are capable. You are limitless. You are fearless. You are strong. You are woman.