That Woman - Poem by Veronica Litvin
I dont want to be that woman
that woman who falls asleep on the bus with her children after a long day that will never seem to end
I dont want to be that woman with the over sized tee shirt, tight jeans and sneakers, going back to her small apartment, that is clothed with a futon and microwave.
That woman who doesnt have time to put her make-up on
That woman who cannot afford dinner
That woman whose children are all from different men
That woman who looses the fire in her eyes
I dont want to be, that woman.
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