Tuesday, October 4, 2011

I'm that kind of a woman.

I’m that kind of a woman.

The kind that’s falling fast
through an hourglass
wondering when
she’s gonna find,
find that thing that makes her click; tick
tick, like the clock,
those hands are racing,
pacing,
faster,
faster now,
and these grains,
they just keep gathering,
spilling onto each other
like beautiful paint spatters,
but there’s nothing beautiful about it;
and she’s always suffocating
as she tries to make them slow down.

I’m that kind of a woman.

The kind that breathes life
and one day,
maybe,
maybe she’ll breathe for another
but until that day, she knows
she’s on this earth
just to be somebody;
but not just anybody,
somebody that’s gonna make her momma proud;
somebody that won’t change herself,
not for a man,
not for the world.

I’m that kind of a woman.

The kind that’s real;
The kind that has substance
because she knows what it feels like
to hurt
and love
and feel
and want,
want so badly.

I’m that kind of a woman.

The kind that believes in hope
and peace
and kindness
and all things good
but can’t help but wonder
why there is so much hate
in this world.

The kind that knows love
is a cure
and tries to radiate it
wherever she goes
because she knows God
lit a candle in all of us
and in that light,
He resides
so what is there to hate?


I’m that kind of a woman.

The kind that knows one day,
after all,
she will stand
on top of the world
holding the hands
of her mother,
and of all her sisters.

The kind that knows
she is beautiful
because God made her
beautiful.

I’m that kind of a woman.

The kind that is like no other
and yet she is every other woman
because in the end, she is

every kind of a woman.

No comments:

Post a Comment