Strong Woman: a Poem for International Woman's Day 2019

Strong Woman: a Poem for International Woman's Day 2019, by Laura Oldfield, Power of Mum

Power of mum lifestyle parenting blogger surrey uk
 

She managed to brush her teeth today
She won a big deal and got her own way
She wants to be heard and have her say
She wants the mean voice in her head to GO AWAY
She’s a strong woman and, dear heart, so are you

She is devoted to children and creating a home
She is devoted to Art, happily alone
She is lost and she’s searching but self-doubt is loud
She’s a dreamer, a wanderer, her head in the clouds
She’s a strong woman, and sweet soul, so are you

She strives for greatness, for difference, for change,
She works for money, a simple job, is that so strange?
She works at home, keeping all the wheels turning
She’s not allowed to work and she’s angry and burning
She’s a strong woman and, my love, so are you

She’s got skin the colour of melting gold
She’s got eyes that are haunted, full of sadness and cold 
She’s got skin the colour of deep richest bronze
She’s got a neck as long as an overworked swan’s
She’s a strong woman, and (u ok hun?) so are you

She’s got abs of steel, a body to die for
She’s got a body, she wishes for no more
She’s got a softness, she’s curvy and round
She’s got rolls and ripples and two glorious mounds
She’s a strong woman, understand so are you

She is Venus, she is Gaia, 
she is Nyx, this girl is on fire
She is God’s child, 
she is her servant
She is her own charge,
God-less and fervent,
She’s a strong woman, God knows, so are you

She is all passion, all vigour and vim,
She is quiet and contained, all thoughts are within
She fizzes and whizzes and “just never stops!”
She’s slow-living, quick-thinking, free from the clock
She’s a strong woman, indeed, so are you

She’s got a career, she’s “just” got a job
She thinks your jargon makes you sound like a nob
She’s obsessed with crystals, the universe and more
She loves the data, the facts, knowing the score
She’s a strong woman, and I know you are too

She was “trying”, got lucky, popped one right out
She pees on sticks but no baby, a drought,
She cries for her losses, her could-haves, her dreams,
She’s got a brood and is bursting at the seams
She’s a strong woman and, brave one, so are you

These limiting categories are holding us back
Fear of difference, of change, self-doubt, and all that
Here’s the truth, can we all just agree
She is you, you am I, we are her can’t you see?
We all are strong woman, her, she, you and me.