Niam
I’m not sure where to begin.
There are many things to focus on.
I am a woman.
Must learn the ways.
Tell me,
is
there more to life than this?
A woman.
Turning here, turning there,
I must understand.
But why can’t I?
There are too many things to focus on.
Your words…
Spoken
with wisdom.
Spoken with truth.
Must learn the ways.
Randomly.
I do sing,
why don’t you?
*This poem is dedicated to my mother.
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