“Now that’s some woman”
you exclaim
I look,
shapely curves
smooth velvet skin
curls in place
wrinkle free
ironed on pages
of some magazine,
bamboozled you are
by a million dollar industry.
“Ain’t I a Woman”
I exclaim,
a little less shapely
no time to preen
days of working
for the man
up all night
nursing a sick child
juggling laundry-meals
living life in the trenches
not on the glamour pages.
©Heather Carr-Rowe
Written for braveandreckless feminist book title prompt: Ain’t I a Woman by Bell Hooks
LIVING THE DREAM 