Whore or Madonna

This isn’t typical of my recent writings, but I wanted to switch things up a little for this weeks #wednesdaywords

I wrote this piece when I was privileges enough to regularly attend spoken word nights in my hometown.

This poem in its entires captures some of the complications of a woman’s identity, our perception of ourselves and the way we are taken to be in the eyes of others.

It is a complicated world for women to navigate – often seen as a whore or a Madonna...

I refuse to subscribe to that narrow on or another definition of myself.