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An American Woman

By: Birdie Roberts, Sat Dec 10th, 2005 12:41:34 PM

Whatever happened to being happy in my own skin. Wether I am five or fifty, wether I weight your one hundred and five pounds or your four hundred and five pounds. What made me think , believe that I was nobody because I dont fit your status criteria. Try again with your interpreted presentation to the female race. I am not oblivious to the speculation made that because I have not pursued the highest road of vanity that I am somehow hypothetically less than your surface deep bombarded culture.

America! Stay alive open up your diplomatic eyes , you awake every day to freedom yet you walk a communist line. I am not part of a party , I am part black, part white, and if need be I could manage to be any glorious God created color this night. I am not rich not poor, not that it makes a difference my tears still hit earth's floor. I am just a woman creating my own American dream, except America you make me doubt the beauty in me. As much as I try to love my individuality you see it as your duty to destroy my sexuality , my enticing mystery . I am catorgorized into pluse size as if I've already done something unacceptable as if I am already less of a woman before I even support your economic subsidiaries . I will not have a label put on me. I will not accept the stigma you place on me . I have to remind myself that I am worthy just as my God created me .

America , America why do you not love me , why do you steal my sense of peace from me? I just want to live my journey, give back to humanity. Why must you spend your year's crushing me with your selfish philosophy you say you wish me to breath confidently, yet you take the very air of confidence right from under me ,time after time. I am every woman straight up human race asking for your apathy maybe even your empathy . America if only you knew the damage you do to me I represent your future your destiny, I will bear your Presidents, your Military, I will bear your Teachers I am the face of your tomorrows will you not listen to me , hear my hearts cry? How much more I could do to make you great if only you accepted me ,appreciated me just as you see me. I am the voice, I am the race,I am the size the color that I was meant to be. Do'nt change me , Do'nt slyly condemn me. Respect me. America, America choose to walk away or lift my simple plight!

copyright 2005

About the author: Bird C. Roberts is a Freelance Writer in the Seattle, WA. area. She has seen firsthand the devastation of the American obsession with weight and the mental toll it takes on its woman and children. After 12 years of battling with eating disorders and mental illness that brought low self worth, counseling and an extended stay in a rehabilitation treatment center.She has a passion to empower woman and young girls to stand up for there beauty.

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