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| The woman in me, How many identities are hidden away? Only to show themselves, When the need is to be on display. You need a mother? Maybe a lover or a friend? Maybe a shoulder to lean on? Someone on which you can depend. Or maybe you want to see for yourself, Just who I can be to fill your need. To feed you, nurture you, Clean your home, every minuscule deed. A mother, sister, daughter as well, But her own person just the same. Trying to hold onto her own self worth, So tired of playing this game. To be everything to everyone, She loses a little more of herself each day. Pretty soon there won't be anything left, From this object of their prey |
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| I am the lover that invades your dreams, I am the object of your desire. I am the one who nurses your injured pride, I am the mother to those you sired. But who am I really? You never looked close enough to see. To look deep into my soul, And see, really see the woman in me. What do you think your eyes would behold, If my soul would allow the intrusion? Do you think you would shudder in fright? When you realized my state of confusion. I am a woman, With my own dreams and a life to live. How can I be all that I am? Once I have nothing left to give.... Debbie Dodson June 23, 2000 |
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