She Is More Than A Lady To Me: A Moment With Bill Reflection
All Glitter and Sparkle with Country Blood Running Through Her
She loves the bright lights. She slips on the high heels, wears the slinky as well as anyone, and shows the curves that would make a good dog break his leash. Still she loves home-cooked meals of cornbread and fried taters, loves the dirt between her toes walking down in the holler, and can make a used t-shirt into a nightgown or a party dress with a nip and tuck here and some creative stitching there.
She shops the best boutiques on 5th Avenue or Rodeo Drive, or she says howdy to Buck at the Five and Dime. She dines in the finest gourmet restaurants, pheasant under glass and merlot by the bottle, but is more than comfortable pulling into the local McDonalds and having fries and a coke.
Mercedes by night, Ford F-150 by day, putter around on the Vespa or ride the highways on her Hog, this lady will find a way and always has.
She’s a Bitch and a Saint
She writes a check to her favorite charity and cusses like a sailor when the homeless ask for a handout. She shakes her head in disgust as she passes the unemployment lines, fed up with Social Services and the free handouts for the lazy, and yet she cries without shame when she sees pictures of the hungry in tenements near and far.
Ask her for a handout and she’ll spit in your face, but ask her for a hand up and she’s front and center with outstretched hands. There is no way of knowing who she will be on any given day, and logic is mixed with equal proportions of emotional illogic as she nurtures and destroys, coddles and rejects.
Believe in any God you want but stay out of her face with your proclamations. Drop to your knees in supplication, if that’s your thing, but stay the hell out of her neighborhood with your crucifixes and pamphlets.
Freedom of speech? Fine as long as she agrees with you, or fine, even if she disagrees with you. It all depends on her mood, or the alignment of the stars, or whether she has had her coffee in the morning. This lady does not suffer fools well and yet she has cornered the market on foolish acts.
And yes, by God, you can love her or leave her, and she’s fine with either choice.
Friend, Foe and Family Beware
My lady has killed friends and rewarded enemies, and if you can figure out those actions you are a better man than I am. She has ignored her family and embraced strangers, and she can justify her actions or simply refuse to share her motivations.
Harm her and her bite is nastier than hell breaking loose, but there are times she will forgive and forget, only to get burned once more as she jumps up on the stove of life. Take advantage of her largesse at your own peril, and make sure you wear full-body armor if you ever, and I mean ever, try and tell her what to do. She simply does not care for your opinions and will travel her own path come hell or high water.
She cares not for the opinions of many, preferring to listen to the chosen few who have her attention and allegiance and yes, she can be bought and paid for, all the while declaring that she has no price tag and she ain’t no whore.
From near and Far, a Mutt By Pedigree
She is the poster child for the United Nations. In her blood is the DNA of the Irish, the Germans, the Swedish and the French. In her blood flows the blood of the Bolivians, the Puerto Ricans, the Malaysians and the Indians.
You can see them all in her public face, the face seen by billions, and you can see them all in her actions, bizarre and mundane, energized and complacent, well-intentioned and ill-advised.
Ask her what she is and she will proudly tell you American, but that pedigree is no pedigree at all, but rather a random result from far too many midnight sexual encounters in the back seat of a Chevy. She is so young and so foolish, so old and so wise, and she struts like a peacock, showing her pride by spreading brilliant plumage for all to see.
Do You Know My Lady?
She is the United States of America, Lady Liberty if you will, and she is all these things and more…and God help me I love her.
Yes, I love her, even though I know she will once again bite my hand, and even though I know that one day she will once again make me ashamed, ashamed of walking hand in hand with her because of her proclivity to stoop to her lower levels when she should be soaring with the gods.
She may be a whore but she’s my whore, and so we will face the future together. Our union is strong despite our differences, and if need be we will get counseling and weather whatever marital storms await us…….
“to have and to hold from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and health, until death do us part."
2013 William D. Holland (aka billybuc)
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