Plight of a Modren Woman

 

    I am strong. I am independent. I don’t need a man to hold my hand and lead me. I am both mother and father to my son. I can shoot a gun and handle a knife with skill. I can hold my own in a fight. I don’t need his paycheck. I don’t need someone to hang cabinet doors or replace light bulbs. I don’t need someone to take out the trash or work on my car. I can do all these things and then some. When I can not, I am resourceful. I have the means to accomplish my goals. I take nothing from anyone. I pay my own way, and I take care of those I love. I am lovely, but not gorgeous. It is my heart that makes me beautiful. My soul is peaceful and I touch all those around me in a positive way. I have my flaws and vices. I am only human, but I have the power and strength to overcome them. Men adore me and women admire me, though I can not understand why. You can starve me and I will survive. You can cut me and I will bleed but live. I do what I must to go on, even when I’m not sure that I can I will make a way.

     But I am still a woman. I still cry, my heart is so tender. I still smell like sweetness. I am still soft to the touch, my skin feels of cream. I still yearn for the touch of warm skin, I still long to be loved.

     For everything I am, I am something better when you look at me. I flourish and come to life under your fingers.    

 

Reviews

[Ars Goetia Poetry]

Such a strong piece of writing, brilliant.

[KikKIDedaloagah]

Very stronge and you show strenghth in your feelings. You are one of those stronge writers.
WAY TO GO!