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I am woman,

I have strengths that amaze men

I carry hardships and burdens

I hold happiness, love and joy

I smile when I want to scream

I sing when I want to cry

I cry when I am happy

And laugh when I’m nervous

I am woman

I am a mother

I carry and mold children

So they could be all they could be

I kiss away skinned knees and wipe away tears

I check under the bed and closet

Taking away all their fears

I cry at the first day of school an again

At graduation

I carry the pain for each of my adult child’s

Sorrow of a heart break and lost infatuation

I am woman

I am a wife

I call in the middle of his work day to say “I love you”

Sit by the phone when he forgets to,

I jump for joy with each promotion,

Cry for his failures and disappointments

And for every time he failed to show an emotion

I iron shirts, make favorite dinners, even set up for game night

Wait up when he is late, wait for him still, when he forgets to sleep in my bed

I don’t even fuss a fight

Instead, forgive him for every indiscretion or lie he has said

I am woman

I am a lover

I submit myself to each fetish and desire

Making his body and soul pulsate with fire

I dress in black leather, fishnet stockings wrapped in stilettos

Even bound lace to fulfill every innuendo

I push him to madness driven by lust alone

Feed his hunger, drink his spill, and take total control

I am woman

I bake cookies and attend board meetings

I sit at the PTA and even fix water leaks

I teach sons how to dance with daughters

I want romantic, candle-light dinners

I play the good wife

And even turn tricks as a whore

I am woman

I touch all those that that enter my life

I am honest, loyal and forgiving

I am strong, powerful and at times even weak

But I am woman

So I rise once again so

I can smile when I want to scream,

Sing when I want to cry

Cry when I am happy

And laugh when I’m nervous

Because I am a woman….