Freely, unapologetically and celebratorily a single woman!

Self-explanatory

 

By Stanley Collymore

 

Yes! I am a young woman of 27 but self-evidently

it’s quite obvious to me that many of you who

think that you know me can’t see, don’t

believe or even willing to accept that

undoubtedly I’m not in the marriage market.

Nor am I remotely looking for a husband

to either supplement or even as some

of you fundamentally believe both

complement as well as entirely

compliment my personal life

by commendably, for him,

making me his licit wife.

 

A young, single and, dare I say so, a totally

self-confident and independent minded

female then, but obviously imbued,

as any perceptive person will plainly see

and logically agree, with the matching

responsive feelings, physical urges

and sensual expectations as the

typical modern-day woman.

 

However, and most self-confidently for me, these

innermost and essential requirements of mine

aren’t ,on my part or in any conceivable

way for their fulfilment, contingent

upon the obligatory necessity of my either

having a consistent and sociable sperm

donor or a permanent and endorsed

husband installed in my private

life. And so it’s neither my

intention, nor will it ever

be, to unquestioningly

capitulate to any of

these sanctioning

predictabilities.

 

© Stanley V. Collymore

29 October 2019.

 

 

Author’s Remarks:

As my regular readers, students and, of course, those closest to me are all fully ware my poetry as indeed my other published works are all based on observational situations as well as my personal objective perceptions of these, and this particular poem you’re either about to or have just read is no exception.

 

The young lady featured in this poem is real, 27 years old and a friend who in conjunction with her divorced parents I’ve personally known for the last 17 years.

 

Bright, socially well-adjusted and universally liked the views expressed by here are honestly held and genuinely her own. However, they are by no means or any stretch of the imagination dogmatic, insular, self-opinionated, remotely contemptuous or derogatory of opinions contrary to her own; as she’s definitely not that sort of person.

 

None the less she does honestly and readily concede that since most human beings instinctively long to know to whom they naturally and genuinely belong, it would be better if all children consciously conceived were done so within the bounds of lawful matrimony.