They look into my eyes,
And I wonder why, or why they even try.
They think their stare a dread,
Yet it’s more often just a shred. A glimpse
Into their being, having nothing whatsoever
To do with my leaving.
I am not the names and forms
You associate with me in your head.
Furthermore, it’s mine to lay claim
To all that I am, when I’d like,
so don’t be such a bore.
I Am Woman, here me roar.
In response to the WDYS #72 prompt from Keep it Alive, by Sadje.
This short poem had a four-fold inspiration; one, the image prompt from Keep it Alive; two, the movie I Am Woman, which I’m watching on Netflix; three, my courageously strong and beautiful sisters, mother, and ex-wife; and four, all of the myriad of women that have coached and mentored me throughout my life, of which, there have been many.