Not your women

Skin too dusky,

Voice too husky

Not a size 4 or 6,

On the wrong side of gender politics.

We wear our skin with too much pride,

Obviously too undomestic to be your brides.

Our teeth sharper than our tongues are soft,

We’ll indulge you just for fun, every so oft.

With personalities bigger than mirrors on the wall,

And of course, curvy behinds to cushion every fall.

Good thing we aren't looking for sisters,
Or caught in a witch-hunt for perfect misters.

Because,

Thank God,

We’re not your women.