I am a woman.

I am woman.
I am made up of skin, flesh and bone.
My eyes have witnessed many things.
I am a daughter.
I am a wife.
I am a mother.







My skin is not perfect.
My toes are crooked.

My lips have spoken uncountable words and kissed away uncountable sorrows.
My elbows rough, a testament to my work.
One billion freckles reside upon my skin.




My stomach always more fluffy than flat houses the future hopes of the world.
My hands sometimes so cracked and dry from washing are strong, loving and care worn.

My heart beats for those I love.
My passion burns deeply and is eternal.



My hair is hardly ever perfect.
I only wear makeup once and awhile.

Dinner is sometimes ordered out.

Sometimes I don't get to the laundry until it's piled up.
Sometimes my kitchen floor is not sparkling clean.






Sometimes I'm not the perfect daughter.
Sometimes I'm not the perfect wife.
Sometimes I'm not the perfect mother.

But I am a woman.
and I am strong.




I am the voice of the world.
I am the womb of the world.
I am the caretaker of my blessed children.
I am the loving spouse to my husband.
I am a daughter to my mother.
I am the rock that our house is founded upon.
Like millions of women before me.
I am strong.