I Am Woman

I am a real woman, not a taboo.

Biological clock ticking.

Discriminated against.

The perpetual temple of everyone’s unrealistic expectations of me.

Post-modernist.

Annoyingly oppinionated.

An old daddy’s girl with a sick little twist.

Empathetic.

A selfish bitch.

Untranslatable.

Sovereign.

Ovulating.

A drama queen and, once in a while, a fucking optimist.

I could have been a revolutionary, Her Majesty or a poet.

Maybe starting a parmiggiano business somewhere, in Tuscany

Which would have increased the  possibility of meeting my soulmate

on a narrow, medieval street in Montepulciano.

Somewhere, someone else would have written songs about me.

Instead, I took a leap of faith and now I’m stuck

within the confines of this conversation with you,

the trespasser.

A passer-by.

Once in a while I become fragile

that’s when I fall in love

What if you don’t know how to take care of me? But what if you do?

I bruise so easily.

What if it’s you, but what if we’re not supposed to make it?

I may never get to be free.

Or happy again,

Maybe I’ll lose you

to the enemy

so I’ll be growing flowers, vegetables and a small cat in my very small room.

I’ll probably be calling the cat by the same name I used to call you.

And perhaps there you’ll be, on the other side of things, in between dreams, peaceful, half asleep and warm, clinging on to that pillow, pretending it’s me.

What if we’ll never know?

What if I die tomorrow and all they remember is that I wasn’t, but could’ve been?

I am a real life woman.

An open mouth gum chewer.

Sometimes a masochist.

A tigress.

Rags to riches.

Taken for granted.

Compromising.

Venusian.

Not some ventriloquist’s puppet.

A soldier.

A narcissist.

A woman, a sentimental, but who doesn’t cry when watching Shindler’s List?

I make mistakes.

I’m imperfect.

Sometimes I sing out of key,

I am a real life woman, not a poem, not a revolutionary

or so I’ve been told

Either way,

I know it isn’t easy

but it’s beautiful

 – I am beautiful, they say –

and this isn’t even the best part of me

so come closer, unfold…

 

Green Eyed Kisses,