One woman cries because she is happy
One woman smiles because she is sad
One woman's father is dying of cancer
(This might be the last time she sees her dad)
One woman's man left for South America
One woman's man found the girl next door
One woman's convinced her man is an angel
One woman's man thinks she's a whore
One woman's ex said "You are forgiven"
One woman's ex said "I'll never forgive"
One woman told me she wanted to die
Another one whispered she wanted to live
One woman wallows in wells of self-pity
Another woman never looks back on the past
One woman trapped in a cell of her making
Another woman wonders how long it will last
One woman kisses me just before leaving
One woman slaps me as she enters the room
One woman walked up to me and laughed while
another woman swept me up like a broom
All women suffer and all women sigh
All women wonder but some wonder why
All women exist to awe and inspire
All women add their fuel to my fire
All women quench my burning desire
All women elevate my mind higher
All these women I truly admire
and I will love them all 'til the day I expire
3 comments:
I like this poem. Am I one of these. I hope I am not the one wallowing in self pity...I don't feel like I am, but I am often surprised at how other people view me, lol!
I feel like all of my female friends and acquaintances are all going through some real intense shit right now... or maybe I'm just perceiving it that way.
Zen: You are not the wallower, although after a while I began to realize that every woman I know shares more than one of the listed traits.
VB: I always suspected that Clay Sails was a CIA spook. If it's true, maybe we can send him on a mission to Peru to, um, take care of some things...
hey
i'm wallowing in lack of inspiration
enjoyed the poem
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