Confessions from A Stolen Woman

We love, we nurture, we defend, we inspire...

We commit, we engage, we concoct, we soothe
We altar states of mind, we solve mysteries and enhance moods

In all of this, we women take pride
But in all of that, we women also hide

Sliding swiftly behind curtains that used to dance in our honor
Pinning badges on our bare breasts that read, "Remember Me, Please."
We conjur up selfless Great-grand everythings, and tell ourselves
that they did it, so we should too.

We're I-snatchers, the lot of us.
The "I" from Inspired
The "I" from Family
The "I" from "Goddammit, I deserve to be nurtured too!"
And we place those I's in ill-constructed sentences like

I am tired as hell, but my babies deserve...
I am not feeling it, but my man deserves...
I don't care about this, but my neighbor/co-worker/friend should have...
I should exercise, but right now, he/she/they need me to...

We steal ourselves from our lives, and call it Work|Life woes.
We commiserate over empty foods, feigning celebration through old-school beats.

They love you; you know that.
You love them, hard. It shows.
But the equation is incomplete, as evidenced by your
Fatigue. Fears. Frustrations. Fat. Fake-ass flyness.
Frequently frazzled state of being.

There's honor among thieves, so we watch each other steal
pieces of our own selves, of our own health, of our own worth,
and have the nerve to smile when someone says "Happy Mother's Day!"

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Take it back! Do it B.I.G.  (Because I Give)
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