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A Better WomanBy Natalie Sierra QuailBellMagazine.com  I’m trying, I really am To better myself, to be a better woman To remember to turn the dryer on its second cycle Because it’s kinda fucked up but still works Like me Trying to be a better mother to three daughters
Two who didn’t have a father and One who will never have to know that pain Their individual needs drown out my daily Thoughts until I’ve forgotten that book I wanted to buy And got notebooks, tampons, diapers, and formula instead Trying to be a better feminist But my voice gets drowned out in the struggle of Blonde hair and blue eyed pussy hat empowerment And maybe my voice just isn’t as important As I was led to believe I’m trying, I really am To be a better wife And be as quiet as a houseplant while my husband sleeps During the day, since he works at night At a grocery store down the street But I can’t quiet the dogs And the baby is teething And I’m drowning in laundry and homework Dust and dishes in the sink And tears, I’ve shed so many tears Just shading my eyes from the sun I haven’t seen In a couple of years Since I read in a Cosmo How I’m so bad at everything CommentsComments are closed.
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