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"pokerfaced" poems
I was raised by women. Strong, Mighty, Tough as ******* nails Women.  But that was the only quality that any of them shared. My Mom, House key clenched in fist, Screwdriver in pocket walking to work, Hoop earrings thrown to ground, Quick temper  Act first, think later, Hardened by life, Woman.  My aunt, Lip gloss in handbag, Hair straightened to perfection,  Never thrown a punch in her life, Never had to.  Undeniably sheltered,  Woman.  My cousin, Call me and I'll be there, Walk into oncoming traffic, Bold enough to believe,  To trust, That everyone will stop. My fists are weapon enough,  Believe me. Waiting for the first person brave enough,  To say "Prove it.", Emotional walls made of adamant, Woman. My Great-Nan, That's my husband, Stutter again and I'll hit you with a tea-towel, Don't walk on the edge of the pavement girls, He might pull you in, Rough, because of lessons learned. Soft, because of love.  A guardian Angel type,  Woman.  And me,  A can of soda,  Still and quiet,  But when shaken, A colossal explosion.  Heart of fine silver, Not quite Gold.  Let me help you, But don't think I'm a fool.  A novel brimming with knowledge and tales But only a novella of a life. Elastic band heart,  Hurt me and I'll show you how you only really hurt yourself,  Resilient,  Perhaps because I have to be, Razor edged words, My right hook may not be the best, But let me tell you all the reasons why You are who you are.  To the women who raised me,  I hope you see me for all I am, And am proud to call me a product Of yourselves.  Pokerfaced, Thoughtful, Indignant,  Unbreakable,  Woman.
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Jan 18, 2019
Jan 18, 2019 at 8:16 AM UTC
AmyLou
The Women Who Raised Me
I was raised by women. Strong, Mighty, Tough as ******* nails Women.  But that was the only quality that any of them shared. My Mom, House key clenched in fist, Screwdriver in pocket walking to work, Hoop earrings thrown to ground, Quick temper  Act first, think later, Hardened by life, Woman.  My aunt, Lip gloss in handbag, Hair straightened to perfection,  Never thrown a punch in her life, Never had to.  Undeniably sheltered,  Woman.  My cousin, Call me and I'll be there, Walk into oncoming traffic, Bold enough to believe,  To trust, That everyone will stop. My fists are weapon enough,  Believe me. Waiting for the first person brave enough,  To say "Prove it.", Emotional walls made of adamant, Woman. My Great-Nan, That's my husband, Stutter again and I'll hit you with a tea-towel, Don't walk on the edge of the pavement girls, He might pull you in, Rough, because of lessons learned. Soft, because of love.  A guardian Angel type,  Woman.  And me,  A can of soda,  Still and quiet,  But when shaken, A colossal explosion.  Heart of fine silver, Not quite Gold.  Let me help you, But don't think I'm a fool.  A novel brimming with knowledge and tales But only a novella of a life. Elastic band heart,  Hurt me and I'll show you how you only really hurt yourself,  Resilient,  Perhaps because I have to be, Razor edged words, My right hook may not be the best, But let me tell you all the reasons why You are who you are.  To the women who raised me,  I hope you see me for all I am, And am proud to call me a product Of yourselves.  Pokerfaced, Thoughtful, Indignant,  Unbreakable,  Woman.
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