Working Women Poems | Examples
These Working Women poems are examples of Women poems about Working. These are the best examples of Women Working poems written by international poets.
working woman's hands
never stop for a minute
Or things wouldn't get done
Six fancy ladies came for tea
Wearing painted six-inch-long fingernails
They could barely pick up their cups
I have no idea how they put on their stockings
They wore shiny sequin party dresses
Most had been to the beauty shop
Their hostess’s nails were short
She had been working in the kitchen all morning.
The finger foods were super delicious.
Stories and laughter prevailed.
Kids carried the fancy ladies' purses to their cars.
None of them could grip anything with those super long nails.
You are gorgeous, a glorious essence of what a woman should be.
Stunning inside and out, I am in awe of your dual beauty.
I see you walking toward me, and I feel joyful and excited.
You have the power of the ebony puma, sleek, fast and deadly.
You are a cocoa princess, the beauty of the ages, the ultimate woman.
Your skin shines with a sexy sheen, your enthusiasm coming forward.
Proud of heritage and ancestral ways, when I observe your confidence.
You exude what is right, always working toward the greater good.
Beautiful, beyond outer beauty. Your aura prances into world corners.
By showing the others how selfless and wonderful you are,
You uplift their understanding of our race. Keep on keeping on.
Wonderful ebony puma woman, I adore you and always will.
Is the therapy working?
Oh, yes, definitely.
So you feel better?
Not exactly
But you still go?
Of course, I can’t hurt her feelings.
The therapist’s feelings?
She nods her head 'yes'.
And she gets angry when I don’t go.
How do you know that?
She calls and yells at me.
Seriously? And you still go?
For twelve years now.
Why?
I have to go. I don’t want her wrath.
Do you discuss anything with her?
Not really.
So why do you go?
It costs my parents $100 a week.
It’s my way to punish them.
Her incessant chatter is no longer listened to
Still it keeps going, loud and proud.
Her family and church do not hear; she has become white noise
Something no longer annoying even.
Her ramblings are not noticed at all.
She talks to the cans and the produce man at the grocery store.
Sharing every detail of her day; he keeps working, he knows her.
Hello Mrs. B, Mrs. T, Mrs. X, Y, Z. Did you know….
Yes, they did, or maybe they don’t want to.
They flee.
She cannot bear silence.
We all know what color her toothpaste is,
What happened to her in the bathroom on Tuesday last.
We are the newbies, so we have not drowned her out yet.
She is still a bit of a novelty.