I am oozing womanhood and personality,
I am curvy without apology
I will never grow weary from celebrating this magic
From marrow to skin, to ignore this Heaven would be tragic
I trudge rugged terrain in near magical stride,
because you expect a heave here,
a shortness of breathe there,
You confuse my body’s health with its breadth.
But I am never bowing to your philosophy, Me and every inch of mine,
Owe you no apology.
Nyokabi's Poetry 