To be a woman
Is to see no difference
And treat myself as such
To hold myself
To the same expectations
Inside the house and outside
To make the first move
To punch above my weight
To stand tall even in a sea of giants
To see the extra layers
And teach myself not to cringe
Someone’s learning by watching me
To let the son know it’s ok to cry
Important to nurture
Necessary to ask
To think no ill
Especially of other women
Whose shoes I haven’t walked in
But to carry the weight
Atlas-like, for all women
I cannot shrug.
For my sisters and daughters
And certainly for my son
I will define who women are
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