Sweet Home

God holds the hearts of women in a special place I feel
The benevolent eye that watches the sparrow watch us
I know
Still the conversations of victim
Defeat and not enough show up
Harmoniously, in whispers, often, today
We understand, as if understanding were cure
Through long work shifts, sore feet and bills due
Through birthdays and school plays
We are hopeful inside closets where we cry
On the lawn chairs where we laugh
About the nothing
We know we are enough
Every day the lessons to be learned
Still we are big girls longing jump rope and recess
Tetherball and gossip
We are strong
We are our mothers and grandmothers

I stand in front of my mirror
Full breasts
Hips that carried my son
A belly that rested his head
Still the not enough shows up
Sometimes I listen
But sometimes
I don't



Credits
Writer(s): Robin Reed
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