I am a friend to many
Mom to some
Lover to one

Why do I feel like my work is never done?

When sometimes all I want is to be called pretty I get accusations
When someone who has no need to be jealous
Fakes jealousy to get out of saying sorry for hurtful words
I have no one else that I confide my love to
I am nobody special
I am but a woman in love
With a man I feel will never truly appreciate me
My body, my words, my life
I am unappreciated and feel defeated
I am broken down
I am beautiful if even you don’t see it
I am intelligent and resourceful
I am fun and joyful
I am amazing and as you said when we first met
I am a catch that you won’t regret
I am all I can be, I am me.
A friend, a mother, a lover.