Am I not woman enough

Am I not  woman enough? When you see me, you see an object?  An object you can turn and toss after you are done.  When it suits you, you reap off my clothes and force yourself on me. When you you cum, am thrown into the trash cane.  You have reaped me off of my dignity! 

Am I not woman enough to be respected. In you I see a man who tells me he loves me,  He sleeps with me without protection and expect me not be pregnant?  Am I not woman enough to carry your child?  You tell me you are not ready to be a father, you tell you can't disappoint your family,  Am I trashy that you can't be proud to see what we created out of love together, \"well what I thought was love\" .  You tell me to abort or else you will kill me!  I suffer through the night, the pain, I almost bleed to death alone.  Yet you are now with another woman you eventually defy her of her dignity as a woman.  Am I not woman enough for you? 

Pain heals with time  You meet the one you think his genuine.  Am I not woman enough to be realized?  All you see is a punching bag,  All you see is a sex tool,  Is marriage supposed to be like this?  You can't even spare the little one  am carry, your blood.  Didn't ever cross your mind, he or she might grow up and become a leader?  Am I not woman enough?  To derseve to be a mother. 

All these ordeals I have gone through and survived still am not woman enough? I told you I wasn't ready for another question to question my womanhood. 

Am I not woman  enough?  To be loved and cared for  even after all the scars men gave me.  Damn you lied all you ever wanted was to put your signiture on my scared soul that you also passed through.  You lied you were different, You said, \"you don't want to be like your father\" .  You sounded sincere, your eyes so innocent, yet you were slowly making moves  like a Chamillion that changes color, while it draws closer to its prey. 

You made me believe you understood the pain women go through , You made me entrust you with my heart, because you said, \"  your sister went through it, your aunt maybe even your mother\".  The question still remains are we not women enough?  To continue enduring the pain of being stripped of our dignity  the pain of being a mess emotionally.  Am I not woman enough for you? 

Kuda Kunze