Carved By Venus
By Alexa Jimenez
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Shakespeare once wrote,
Though she be but little she is fierce, I have always wondered why this statement is so celebrated. Little, Fierce. The two are not mutually exclusive. It is not my stature or shape that makes heads turn It’s not my walk, My beauty or style No, It is the richness of my voice. It’s the Low and tender, raspy rhythm That draws you in. At the sound of it, You want to peek through a crack in the doorway Just to get a peep, a whisper. But you swing the door open instead. You can’t help it, I understand. Even my silence, My pensive charm, My mysterious smirk, My spirit, Pulls you in. My eyes do not dart away When you gaze into them, No, They stay focused and steady, Like a lioness eyeing her prey. Beasts and creatures lurk around her every corner And even the silence in the savanna Is not still, It shows no mercy Yet, It is hers. And she knows, whatever grazes my eyes, is mine. It’s the Graceful but deadly, Onyx marbles carved by Venus herself Depth of the night shade of brown Way about the two windows into my being That pulls you in. You wonder where I came from, How I came to be this way, Intrigued and frightened Like when man discovered fire. But my delicacy and my danger, Ever changing flame from within Are not to be questioned or explained. The mystery is what draws you in, to me. |
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Writer's Statement: In "Carved by Venus", I was inspired by Maya Angelou and poems of self-confidence. I wanted to uplift women about every aspect of themselves. I want every woman to feel that she was carved by Venus herself. "In How Are You?", I gave an honest answer to a common question.