To Become A Woman
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Your savior
Your hope
Your god
The only one that can help you when you’re hurt
She’s invincible, she’s beautiful, she’s contagious, she’s your mother
She’s the one you pray to at night
The tranquilizer in the mad house
The first thing you say when everything’s amiss, “I want mommy”
No one can defeat her
She is your shield
You grow up to become her smile, her hair, her lips, her bodess, herself
Anything and everything is caught like an infectious sea of joy
You try to duplicate her past
In hopes that you will mimeograph every detail of her life,
I begin my journey
Down
The
Same
Path
Same friends, same fights, same troubles, same mistakes, same outcome, same disappointment my father felt before he left her
I sat….. And I realized, this ISNT my life
I’ve taken time to examine the shoe I’ve stepped into
Appearing on your feet with no evidence of purchase
And found that the sole was made of acid
I’m better than that
My potential
My education
My father
My life
I can’t afford to give that up
But what I did not notice, with every step in your shoes, they began to disintegrate
I took my own path, bare feet, clear mind
Trying to pull me off course will not work, not this time
I am stronger than I have ever imagined
Becoming my own woman
Learning to become everything you fronted to be
While you show off your plastic shoes, still dripping wet with the paint you used to cover your tracks
I’ll be walking past you in my well-earned Jimmy Choo’s
Yes you are my savior, for birthing me into this toxic room
Now I know what fresh air and sunlight feel like
I am my own hope, my own strength, my own god
I am a REAL woman
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That was very beautiful. I enjoyed hearing both the love and strength in your voice. My four favorite lines were:
"You grow up to become her smile, her hair, her lips, her bodess, herself
Anything and everything is caught like an ifectious sea of joy"
I love the way you painted the picture of how little girls adore their mothers. And:
"While you show off your plastic shoes, still dripping wet with the paint you used to cover your tracks I'll be walking past you in my well-earned Jimmy Choo's"
I recognize how your writing/poetry is evolving, getting better and better with time.
Reading this piece has made me proud :)
Keep writing. Stay inspired.
Love,
Terry
Terry a O'Neal,
Author, Poet, Screenwriter & Educator