Carved By Venus
By Alexa Jimenez
Shakespeare once wrote,
Though she be but little she is fierce,
I have always wondered why this statement is so celebrated.
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
It is the richness of my voice.
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,
Pulls you in.
My eyes do not dart away
When you gaze into them,
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
It is hers.
And she knows, whatever grazes my eyes, is mine.
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.
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.