Who am I?

A poem for my English class about woman.

Who am I?

To you.

Am I quiet, petite

everything I should be 

to you?

I see my disguise

a reflection in your eyes

and ask myself again

Who am I?

I have lived through

Sorrows and guilt aplenty

Deaths mourned and sacrifices made

Hurricanes and Tidal waves

of just plain Stuff

that gets bottled up inside.

Now can you please tell me, Who am I?

It's pointless to ask

I know

you do not have the answer

But I do

I am that girl

sitting in the corner reading

as you start preaching

about the grandeur of your masculine race

But would you be able to face

the inferno in my soul

hidden

just so I can be

this disguise that you see

Tell me

Can you walk into the flames of Hell

and still live to tell?

I thought not

So what makes you think 

you can put out these flames of mine?

These flames will Never die

Because

I am a woman.

Reviews

[Patrick Henry]

I think your poem and mine, called, "Power of Women" should slow dance!! : ) You....are.....woman, most definitely to champion such a biased but beautiful view through this rhetoric of poem I totally agree with and enjoy!! I am starting to get curious, for some reason, why I am the only in your comment boxes aaaaand why I have never come across your face. Wonderful poem. Beautiful Michelle. xoxo -Your Mark

[Voice11]

It's been a while since I have been on writerscafe. That's probably why hehe