What Kind of Woman (2008)

What kind of woman

Lays a man's soul bare?

Slinking in through a fracture,

Stealing blue jeans, and his dreams

of being in love.

 

What kind of woman

Forgets her children are there?

Yet she remembers the way to wear

Her skirts just right, and her hair

Just so, to make them all notice.

 

 

What kind of woman

Preens in her mirror but

Ignores the deperate cries of those

All around who need her most? 

Like she cannot hear them at all.

 

This woman, seems born of evil,

It lives in those woeful eyes, but

She was shattered before first blood, and

Became too woman, too soon. No,

Not born to be evil, just born to suffer her lot.

Reviews

[Solidad]

Sounds like you've met my mother. This was a good write. I like the cinematic qualities this piece has. Unfortunately this piece reaks of knowing, hopefully you really are talking about my mother and not your own. Good work.