To Everyman, From One Woman

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 I am not a woman of the world
I am a woman of my own
I only want to be my own woman
And your woman.

Last night you told me you love me.
You tell me you love me every night
[But it’s so unfair of you to hold me like this
Like I’m the only woman for you
When you know I’m someone else’s woman]

Last night you held my breast in your hand
And you fell asleep
With my womanly softness as your guide into the perils of night

Last night you fucked me and called me a whore
And I allowed you to
We both know that I’m too sweet to be a street vamp
But I dirtied your mind for a minute
As you defiled my body
And I let you
Because I love it.

Last night you held me while I cried
As I wondered how I’ll ever make it
Being a good woman

Last week, I was told;
“Don’t cookie cutter youself.”
Last week I was told
“I’m worried for you.”
Last night I was told that I’m burning all my bridges
And she was right when she said I had no more bridges to burn.

But I’m not the perfect image of a woman.
I am not the ideal thought of a daughter, or a girlfriend, of a woman, of a librarian, of the girl you see crying in her car or reading on the bus.
I am not your ideal woman
I will break all your rules

And tomorrow night, you’ll tell me you still love me
And that’s the worst part about it all
That you’ll still love me.