'' The One We Call Woman '' Poem by Bri Mar

You Are always right,
Completely all seeing,
You sometimes see spite,
As the ultimate being.

You're never wrong,
Don't know the meaning,
Forever strong,
In life intervening.

A doctor and nurse,
A psychiatrist too,
When things get worse,
You do what you do.

Fat doesn't exist,
Despite what you eat,
You love to be kissed,
But not by a cheat.

You always look good,
Love a large spree,
You don't ever brood,
We must always agree.

From morning till night,
Your looks never change,
No botox in sight,
Now that's really strange.

The children are yours,
You must never deride,
When in need of cures,
Your wisdom will guide.

Mood swings are normal,
Your temper is not,
You can be informal,
When things do get hot.

Headaches are rife,
Backache as well,
Bed can cause strife,
They remind you of hell.

Yes, handbags galore,
The clothes and the shoes,
Yet still you buy more,
Now that does bemuse.

Perfection they demand,
They're alien not human,
Men can't understand,

‘' The One We Call Woman ‘'