by Arden Rider

Created on: May 22, 2008

Femme Fatal.

There's something new in this water,
I close my eyes and its too damn close.
I smell it, I can feel it, it's real. . .

These are the thoughts I think late at night
while mothers and babes alike
sleep the lovely day away
and add to the scrapbooks
another day filled with happy memories.

This is a work of the fates
old and yet attractive, still complete with temptation

and regret, are they not the three
that strung out poor Eve?
One thread for my lifeline,
one thread for my love
intertwined as one
which with a simple snip
will be undone.
These are the thoughts the broken hearted think
late at night. . .

You babes of seventeen
who dream of older days with men
and alcohol and seductive love,
you poor babes who dream
of a future too good to fully believe
I warn thee. . .
I am not amongst the many,
yet I am not foolish enough
to believe I am alone.

I will dream of palm trees
and desert heat so hot
that you can see it rise from the asphalt.

I will be your tar
but it will not be your rocks I will hold,
I will be your vehicle
but it will not be driven by you. . .

I am woman.
I am Independence;
and although I may curl up with a bottle of wine
to shed this lost loves tears,
I will focus on the memories
and I will heal twice as hard
as I ever had
because I am woman.
It's better to let the wound bleed
then to reopen it after it has scarred.

This is a lullaby for those who are lost
but wish to be found,
for those who search
for an answer they do not know the question for:
remember,
there are women.

We are those of the Amazon,
the Arctic,
the Ocean.
We are the guides for generations to come,
we are the muses
who inspire love untold
by fortunes wheel,
and uncompromised by those three
fateful women. . .

Great Shakespeare did immortalize
his damsels of choice;
it was the writing of a man,
but the art of a woman.

I have a voice
it screams
"I AM ALIVE!"
Fear me, love me, befriend me, and hate me
for I am woman.
These are the distorted thoughts I think late at night. . .

For all you babes
who think your bodies are nothing more
than the description of your soul
you have been fooled.
You have the power
You are the power.
It is within you.

And for all you gents who stumble across these words
heed this;
you may weaken our emotions
and make our hearts beat faster
but fear this,
we are women.
And that is something never to forget
or temper with
for we are a force to be reckoned with.

We are the women
of your hearts
and of this world.
We are your Mothers and Sisters
Daughters and Lovers. . .

Women of the world
raise your right fist
and whisper with me
"I am woman
and that is good enough for me."

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