We want to openly discuss
the ruckus about women
having the same opportunity as men ,
then, we will go a step or two further
with relished moments of accomplishment
in a world that tends to fend off
the abilities of me and my sisters,
multi-tasking fluently
in the midst of raising children,
and giving our husband men
their fair share...
Our talents often go unseen
and under-appreciated.
Fairness fails when women get 77¢
to his dollar and he gets the promotion,
after she teaches him everything he knows.
Hats off to the mother of three
who works 9 hours a day,
cooks dinner, cleans house,
helps with homework,
bathes boisterous kids,
reads bedtime stories,
makes next-day lunches
and tries to catch her breath ...
while listening patiently
as her husband drones on
about his hard day at work.
And yet, women somehow find
the determination
to get up each day…
and start all over again.
'Cause we're in it to win it
in spite of the odds.
The winning cards are ours,
and always have been.
It's an outrageous sin
the way we are considered second class.
But it's okay-- because we know we're first,
and when you get right down to it;
what other species of human
could do it like we do it?
It's in our biochemical make up
to be able to answer the phone,
while loading the dryer,
and feeding the baby,
to stop in the middle of an intimate moment,
change a diaper, let the cat out,
return to the love making-scene,
and continue right where we left off,
not missing a stroke of sensuality...
Maybe someday the men of the world
will see our worth,
and grant us three wishes
for doing the dishes,
give us an adequate pay,
for working inside,
and outside of the home everyday.
But even if they remain blind
to the value of our minds,
and the strength of our bodies,
we will stand tall like redwoods
stretching skyward
with the branches of our ancestors,
nurturing the seeds of future generations.
For our worth lies
not in the hands of another,
but is woven into the fabric of our being,
in the deepest parts of our spirit
where courage, determination, and hope dwell.
We are mothers, daughters,
sisters, friends, warriors.
We are women.
Adding your comment:
Wonderful write.
John
