Sculpture

A poem about women.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Sculpture

Rounded, molded

Sculpted by God’s hands

Not made for the benefit

Of the hands of every man

 

You can look

But touches

Are not allowed

 

For I’m a treasure gem

Not a bruised piece of fruit

 

 

 

Reviews

[Pax Analog]

Striking image.

The text summons a lot of contradictory impressions. Too many for me to delineate here.

But the sentiment of existing physically as/for oneself over another's objectification, amen.

[V.E. Taylor]

good job i love it

[M Garcia]

Wow. Great work. I love the words and the picture as well.

[Miss Coral]

Great write; really love the picture as well. :)

-Coral-

[Black Cat Fever]

So true, so true. Nicely done, I enjoyed this one a lot.

[Tina Kline]

Fantastic! Love it!

[Dark Empress]

Amazing, great job :) Thanks for sharing.

[Short.Nerd]

This is awesome!
Great job(:

[sarah]

this is amazing!

[Goodbye]

Now there's a poem after my heart - to be seen as complete beings to be treasured, as every woman, every human, for that matter, should!

Excellent, Sistah!