Moniker Poem by Judy Meibach

You call me honey-bunny.
The dictionary says that is a
sobriquet, a moniker, a pet name.
Yet you say I am not dainty.
Dainty is delicate, fragile, fine or lovely.
I am articulate, aggressive, vociferous,
yet insecure.
It is a contrast in styles
that does not make sense.

I am a woman,
both physically and emotionally -
Buxom, bulky, sensitive, charming and gregarious.
Yet, you do not see me as a woman
because I do not fit the prototype -
blonde, thin and long-legged.

I need to be loved just as much
as the next woman.
But, perhaps,
I try too hard.
I compensate
for not being
Christie Brinkley,
the once most beautiful woman in the world.
I become a babbling basket case,
corpulent, cocky and clumsy -
an eccentric character.
Not the extraordinary woman
that I really I am
the one that you should see.