A True Woman
I can make you laugh harder than the rain falls.
I can give you the kind of loving that makes you reject all of your calls
And be absent from work.
I’m not interested in your wallet
I want the will of your being and the substance from your very soul.
I want the honor of growing old.
I’ll tell you my age.
I’ll tell you the exact year and the precise time I was born.
Wisdom is my badge proudly worn.
I can fry up some good food and meander through your stomach to your heart.
I can order an auto part or change a tire and be on my way without waiting for AAA.
You can beat me to the mirror in the morning.
I know who I am and I know what I look like.
I am a woman not a “bitch.”
I’m not a part of some monolithic group suffering from “that time of the month.”
I only really shop if there is a need for it or if it fits “just right.”
Please don’t interrupt me while I’m watching the game or the fight.
I am not a harlot or the downfall of mankind because of “original sin.”
I was just being a leader, his rib, his backbone, aiding his decision.
Sometimes I cry but you do too.
That doesn’t make me weaker than you.
My strength is measured in resilience and my ability to absorb other people’s pain.
I am a woman
A true woman
I am not ashamed.
*This was going to be an Art Saves Lives submission but the deadline was changed.