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The Race of a Woman

Updated on November 6, 2016

As a child, a little child,

I looked into the distance

to behold the rough path ahead,

the path of an endless future

I peered through my fingers

and watched as the world

passed before me

in bright dresses.


I ran across the burning coal

of growing up, lifting my soul

to the god of adulthood

not feeling my sole burning

with desire and the fear

of the choices before me.


I desire to spin and dash

through the sweet pain in here

of being a girl, a woman and a lady

the physical sweet pain

of bringing forth a child


The monthly dagger

stabbing at my back

and scraping the lining

of my womb


I long for the end

the end of this race

this race I run, we all run

girls, women, ladies

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      Ben Zoltak 7 years ago from Lake Mills, Jefferson County, Wisconsin USA

      I love it, what a great rendering of life for a woman. This was an inviting poem, despite your expression of anguish, it really expresses the bitter sweet of life!

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      snow_white88 7 years ago

      I like it! I like it.... I like it a lot actually.... this is my favorite part:-

      "The monthly dagger

      stabbing at my back

      and scrapping the lining

      of my delicate stomach."

      TELL ME ABOUT IT! Good work miss! beautiful....

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      Fikayo Balogun 7 years ago from London

      i like that part too snow_white88. i can almost dread those days atimes. and Ben thank i guess life is really sweetly bitter.

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