Friday, June 29, 2007


Not to put you on a pedestal
making you into somebody you are not,
but if I called you both my feminine and masculine inspiration,
would you understand that it is merely what you are.
I might as well call you human as well as the most beautiful of women
that you whom read this know "that is what you are"
And if you are a man,
know you have a woman's wonderful qualities within you.

And now away with this prose
And now for the truth about women,

I imagine you sitting there
Naked, or in your underwear,
Or in your jeans or skirt
Perhaps your hair is rumpled from a rough day at work
You are feeling fat today,
Feeling too thin.
You want a man, your husband, boyfriend or friend
You want a woman, your partner, your lover, your friend
To listen to you more
You want him to apologize - an honest apology
That right now you might not feel beautiful,
But that is for me to decide,
For to me you are always beautiful,
For no matter who you are, you are who you are
And that is goddess
And that is woman
That you bleed,
You hate, you love, you cry, you yell, you scream, you . . .
Sometimes you bite your nails, fart, burp, hiccup
Or slurp your soup
Or don't wear what I fantasize about you wearing
Or surprise me for being better than my fantasy
Because believe it or not nothing beats the real thing
And that real thing is you!

You are woman
You are human
Wanting someone to listen to you when you come home, when you throw down,
To discuss philosophy, religion, or just watch the game with.
You want someone to cook you breakfast or dinner once in a while
You want someone to truly care, hoping your:
Birthday, anniversary, or mother's day is not forgotten.

Sometimes you blow your nose, your breath stinks,
Sweat a little much.
Your body changes when you are pregnant
Sometimes you lose the fat,
Sometimes you don't and often the stretch marks let you down,
But I wouldn't have you any other way for those marks, that extra fat
Is a reminder to me of how precious you whom bear life from your womb truly are
And I, but a mere man will never understand and so honor you for the sheer fact that it
Was a woman that brought me into this world,
That I am always in awe of you, for I will never experience that,
That I will experience everything else but giving birth.

Sometimes you wear blue jeans, overalls, or a sexy dress,
Wear a sports shirt, tennis shoes, pumps, sandals or six inch heel boots,
That you are daughter, lover, sister, mother, whore
That you smile, you plays games,
Sometimes playing hard to get
Or sometimes hard to want.

You are nurturer, comforter, warrior and a veteran
Of a domestic violent war,
That you are my teacher, the mirror of my own masculinity,
You are my dream and I scream your name

You are beautiful but never truly realize it,
Are sexy even when you are in your seventies
Are incredible even though you may not be my type
But that doesn't take away from your beauty,
Doesn't take away from the fact I respect and honor you,
That you will always be my friend whether you are 100 lbs or 410.

Women and men should not be separate
That we were put on this earth to love and experience all emotions, but
Damn you are so woman, so human and that is why you are the most beautiful of all,
That every second I sleep, I dream you,
I breathe you,
And when I wake, it is my eyes that are constantly refocused into the reality of you

Please you who read this know how wonderful you are,
Know how precious a treasure you are,
That you might smoke, do drugs, drink a little too much, eat a lot of sugar,
Eat meat or not eat meat,
But you are so human, so very much a woman and so very beautiful
Your gender is truly a gift I feel I've been given on this earth,


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