What facade do I show my universe
When the need arises
To defend my patterned reality?
I conjure up Sophia Loren
When I see my man across the room
Conferring only with our eyes.
I summons Maureen O’Hara
When he grabs hold of me
And my instinct jumps to defend my autonomy.
I beckon Demi Moore, who resides in my spirit
Reappearing like a long lost ghost
When sharing intimate moments with my man.
After all, I didn’t have a mother to school me
In the feminine ways of the world
As others enjoyed.
My role models were the women of the movies
Who inspired me to keep my independence;
Fighting for what I desired in love and life.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem