I'M a Tougher Woman
I'm woman with fists;
a raspy voice heard,
steel eyes, cold and fierce
yet with soft skin,
so warm when held...
I'm a tougher woman you see.
People see me small-
a child inside-
weaker than a crispy leaf
of fall that dangles from
a tree...
But people not know, till
they make me defensive-
that I'm tougher than brick,
stronger than concrete-
I'm a tougher woman you see.
So don't haunt me, other ladies-
So don't leer me, other men-
I've got too much crap to take
when I've got work to be a lady.
There's trash that overfills the bucket,
and one dish too many in the sink.
I raise myself and its kind of hard-
I'm a tougher woman you see.
Copyright © Brittany Martin | Year Posted 2008
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