The Titaness

Yo, they be calling me smooth, but I ain't no silk swathe,

I'm the titaness who bore life and walked the thorny path.

My body ain't no velvet, it's a testament of strength,

Every crease, every dip — a victory at length.

They see my thighs, say it's smooth, but they don't see the fight,

The cellulite battles, in the gym, night after night.

I ain't no marble sculpture, my skin's got its own tales,

Of sweat, tears, and triumphs, not some fantasies for males.

My stomach, they say smooth, but it's a cradle of creation,

Carried life within me, ain't no simple decoration.

I'm the epitome of perseverance, of a warrior's grit,

Ain't no smooth description gonna capture every bit.

So next time you call me smooth, better think again,

'Cause I'm a living testament of struggles, joy, and pain.

I'm not your smooth fantasy, I'm a fierce, fierce reality,

Strength and perseverance, that's my actuality.

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The use of the word "smooth" to describe a woman's body has been ingrained in society as a way to compliment and objectify. But for many women, like myself, it is not a compliment at all. It reduces us to mere physical appearance and disregards all the hard work and struggles we have faced.