I am woman

I’m too busy studying to write a new poem so I’m recycling an old poem of mine for national poetry day.

I am woman

No classic beauty, I’m more a 9 than a perfect ten.
I can down a pint with the best (and worst) of men
I can build a computer in under an hour
That’s no reason to doubt my feminine power.
I can curse like a sailor; I can walk like a Queen
Frak with my children and I’ll rip out your spleen!

My boobs are small, but apparently my arse is nice
And loving me exacts a price.
Yes, I’m high maintenance but not in the way you may believe.
I have depths to me you can’t even perceive.
I don’t’ chase designer clothes, my fashions not up to the minute
But the world would be less special without me in it.

I’m the son my step father never had
But I’m still baby girl to my biological dad.
I can erect a fence and drive a truck
I love to garden and dig around in muck
But you see when I slip on my little black number and a 2 inch heel.
Man on man I ooze sex appeal.

©Pash