Ethic 3

by Ashley Antoinette

“I am woman and woman is beautiful. We are expected to be beautiful, so I will be what people don’t expect. They don’t expect intelligence, they don’t expect grace. I am strong, and even when others have the ability to physically overpower me, mentally, I am stronger. I am a queen on a throne, and a place next to me must be earned. When I find my king, his power doesn’t erase my own. My crown is not a man’s to repossess. I was born in regality. I am kind, but naivety does not dwell within me. I am woman. I am the origin. Everything begins and ends with me. No man is worthy of my worth. I cannot be bought. I will not sell myself short. I do not give discounts. I am woman. I demand respect. I respect my dignity. My presence is a revocable gift, rented with effort and good intention. I am woman.”

Men rushed. Men forgot to marvel in the structure of a woman. Whether thin, voluptuous, svelte or thick, more than thick, the body of a woman was designed to be ammunition for a man’s erection.

If a woman had even one complaint, one insecurity, one area in which she was unfulfilled, then her man wasn’t doing his part.