Clad in an outfit
Ready to hit
Two-inch high heel
That fits her feet
Ready to kick
A day full of hip
Varying colors
Of advance cosmetics
Giving her more powers
To mask the Achilles’ heel
Battling corporate politics
Patiently seizing
The best place there is
The lipstick she wore
In speaking in public
Uttering wisdom
Upon neighbors to heed
The color depends
To what mood she is in
Red for a challenge oration
Pink for a serene emotion
Eight hour of busy day
She manages to grin
Whatever hurt she feels
She tries to subdue it with grin
By a simple retouch of make-up
She’s again fresh and kicking
Exchanging greetings
Teasing everything
A forced happiness, never ending
Rhyming obstacles
Surveying gestures
Consenting to present needs
Of possible solutions
Overcastting shadows
To remedy some issues
But with fickle approach
Things to her aren’t that so easy
Sometimes a pacifist
Sometimes a bitch!
wow wow wow what did we find here a very intellegent poem that is telling about the 21 century woman. and what did we do with it we picked up the guitar and what did we get a brilliant song hmm cool as hell if i might say those words. good work queen keep it up
Hi Again: Thanks for the critique on Float Your Boat.. neat huh, so easy.
I could swear you knew me when writing this poem.. fits me to a tee. For many years I was 3 different personalities, Administrator, Mother and Woman. Many times I couldn't remember which role I was playing. One thing that certainly fit each roll was "the bitch". I definitely was 'that' in all three. Could not have succeeded without being "the bitch". Men love their 'little woman' to be "bitchy", but in the workplace they cannot cope when competing or challenged by "the bitch".
I love this poem... well done.
Huggs, Anna