This blog is mostly about my poetry but it also includes my rants and raves,life issues and so on hence it's title. My life as everyone elses is a complicated hodge podge of circumstances and life issues. I am a woman, a mother and a poet/writer trying to find my way creature of life, so it is all relative and crazy. I am honored that you have found a way into my crazy life. You are here...WELCOME TO BLOOVILLE!!
Quote Me....
" Life is a journey not a destination"
Sunday, March 28, 2010
To be a woman...
Do you see me?
Standing here, look clearly
I am what it is to be a woman
Thanks to her
I am not your definition
I am not what he made me
Just thinking of what it is to be a woman makes me think
Of all the women in my life,
Those I admire who have come so far in this life
Despite circumstances and much strife
There are no lyrics here
No poems or quips, soliloquies
There is only strength in the name of what would make any man weak
She first arrived in 78 a mother, alone to change her life
Left those she loved behind to bring them at another time
Across oceans she floated
Thru the sky she flew with fear in her gut
But you would never know it though her mission was rough
Illegal woman, no papers just pretence
Face of iron, will of steel
The woman I admire most lives in here
She is my mother
Alone she arrived leaving her children far behind
To build a life no man would provide
Born of goddess blood
Dominican to the bone
If bitch had been a name she
Would have made it her own
From state to state and factory to factory she roamed
Pushing suits by the hour
To acquire enough money to bring us home
That’s a fucking woman
Not the bullshit you see now,
Afraid to do real work
Don’t want to mess up that hair or have sweat on your brow
You want a renaissance woman
Ill introduce you to my mother
No man can measure, undermine or over power
Still beautiful, more elegant than any flower
Fierce as a tigress
Created her own progress
No one gave her the bacon, she brought it home
And made sure she supplied it
For the ones she bred and in her tired state
Made sure we never went to bed without it
Fear need not apply here
Don’t pity her; she’s liable to laugh at you
Conditioned by lack of fathers
She can drink you under the table, make dinner
And yes beat the hell out of a motherfucker
To us she was more than mother
She was father
Gave us love, discipline
Protected us thru failure like no other
Not a sperm donor
She’s a provider
A miracle maker
The life supplier
Bringing up a doctor, a roughneck
And this writer
You want to ask me
The definition of woman
I’m just an apprentice
I can give you her number
You can call her.
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OMG! That was beautiful and made me look at my own mother in a different way. Thank you!
ReplyDeleteLoooove the last stanza. Beautiful sentiment in the whole piece.
ReplyDeletethank you very much...:)
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