Football

Just like a football I am and have been bounced around a bit, But only by chance of fate, no man would get away with it. The football suffers silently the grabs, the throws, the kicks. I’m not one to take that from the country boobs or the city slicks. I come from a line of strong women who took on varying roles. My grandma was a marcher for equality at the poles. Grandma raised her family of five after her young husband died, by sheer strong will and hard work with no helpmeet by her side. My paternal grandma must have been a strong willed woman too. She raised a very respectful son who gave womenfolk their due. My mama raised four strapping sons without needing to raise a hand, no slaps, no harsh words and no threats to make them understand. She passed down to her daughter unrelenting self respect. Rough handling me would surely bring more grief than you’d expect. So I’m not much like a football nor would I ever be an uncomplaining plaything kicked around so endlessly.