By Cindy Blackman

I am a woman defined
Not by the definition of books
I am a woman defined
It’s far beyond mere looks

It’s more than the way I speak and the contours of my lips
Even more than the way I dress and how I move my hips
It’s much more than the possession of breasts and visible outlines
It’s even more than my abilities that truly defines

It’s not about the length of my hair or the colour of my skin
These are only but meager when compared to what’s within
It’s not even about the impression others may have about me
And certainly not about how much they allotted for me to be

I’m defined by the paths I’ve trod and the scars that are now left
The times I stood tall, though I felt weak and bereft
I am defined by the strength with which my loins are girded
And the determination I harnessed and by this was guided

I am defined not by the words of others, but my confidence that springs forth
The ability to be in touch with my womanhood and to know my worth
I am defined by the love that permeates from the depths of my being
The compassion that captures me without any sight of freeing

I am defined by the nurturing qualities I possess
Endeavouring always to grow and refusing to remain motionless
I am defined by the warmth that dwells within my arms
Always willing to cradle and keep safe from alarms.

I am a woman defined
Not by the definition of books
I am a woman defined
It’s far beyond mere looks