I don’t want to be mistaken for a woman who doesn’t love you.
I may go my way but your memory stays right in my heart.
Everyday its seems that I don’t have what it takes to do it all.
A woman’s work is everything.
I must be everything to everyone.
A friend, a mother, a wife a confidant, a sister, an aunt, a worker, a daughter, a housekeeper,
I must be weak, I must be strong, I need to show sympathy, I need to show empathy,
I have to lead, I have to follow,
Even people I don’t even know needs a piece of me.
Who will feed the hungry, the homeless, and the motherless child?
After all of this I have little energy to be a lover.
I love you and this is the reason why I will give you your own section of my heart,
I will take you by the hand and hope you will take some of this weight off of my shoulders with your help, love and understanding.
