the woman I am

the woman I am

A Poem by Emily B
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one of the first poems I wrote, one of the handful I brought with me to the cafe, dusted it off and brought it back cause of something I just read

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I won't be buried in choices, chained by vanity.

No fainting, feigning, fawning female here.

You'll have to look beyond my un-styled hair

And the face that isn't made up.

This is me.

I am bare feet, books and blue skies.

I am blue jeans, boots and my warm, wool sweater.

I am able and willing to learn things for myself.

I will build on the strengths of the women who came before.

I will feed armies, and carry babies, and kill spiders--

When I need to.

And I will teach my daughters to be strong.

© 2010 Emily B


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'the woman I am'
Emily B,
Refreshing to simply be, to just live, breathe, feel, work...because it is necessary.
There is a time and a place for every season of one's life.
Live and learn...who do we need to please? Hard lesson I would rather not take.
The last three lines worked for me;
"I will feed armies, and carry babies, and kill spiders..
When I need to.
And I will teach my daughters to be strong."
Hard work and consistency are in building ourselves, our children and sometimes others.
Bless you,
Kathy


Posted 2 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Emily B

2 Years Ago

I had forgotten this one. I miss that young poet. Her voice had so much light in it.



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*just smiles*

(though i hope the spider part won't be necessary..)

Posted 14 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

and I will hold your hand...

Posted 14 Years Ago


2 of 2 people found this review constructive.


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Emily B
Emily B

Richmond, KY



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