Woman on Women on Woman’s Day

Accept Me as I AmGRRLS copy2

In the morning with crumpled hair, smudged
mascara, toxic breath, and my morning bark
Accept my beauty

Wait while the double-shot of Jamaican Mountain Blue
Charges through my veins inflating my being
Accept my dependency

In the afternoon before lunch when my
Blood sugar is lower than the Rio Grande in August
Accept my need

When I am bluer than a blue moon in March
And stuck in a moment, I can’t get out of
Accept my gloom

When the step of my stride is too slow
To keep pace with the swirling light of my life
Accept my weakness

When the wine splits me down the middle freeing
Buried memories from the depths of my soul
Accept my past

When I am crying over nothing significant
And the weight of the anguish splits my seams
Accept my sorrow

When my laughter shatters the silence
In a Cineplex two seconds before the punch line
Accept my playfulness

When I sing he done me wrong songs off-key
Into to the wind going seventy-five down the Interstate
Accept my recklessness

In the heat of a passionate embrace, accept me–
If I cry in surprise, in awe, anticipation, or relief
Accept my vulnerability

When my body is less as it was at hello
Welcome me as if I were new and caress it tenderly
Accept my changes

All that I was, I am and will be
In a day, next month, and in a moment of indecision
Accept my contradiction

When my words blur and send mixed messages
In snippets of sounds, hmms, fluttery lashes, and growls
Accept my distraction

When my hunger and longing, anger and frustration
Cripple my judgment, rational sensibility, and logic
Accept my flawed self

If my pieces, in color, in black and white, and shades of grey
Above the surface and where few dare to venture,

Accept my mystery

Accept me as I am
As I was meant to be
As I become
As I aspire
As I dream
Accept me without expectation

Accept me as I accept you

A woman has a tough job.

She’s complex. She’s ugly. She’s tantalizing. She’s evocative. She’s moody. She’s flawed. She’s confusing. She’s ever changing. She’s a mystery worth exploring. She’s passion. She’s hungry.

She has to have passion. She has to be a mom. She has to be a wife, lover, or partner. She has to a best friend. She has to be strong. She has to strive. She has to be the best she can be at her day and nighttime profession (in the home or out of the home). She has to be a chef. She has to be a CEO, CFO, and Gilda. She has to be anything and everything. She has to be all that and more.

Don’t forget who you are and how you got there… good or bad you powered yourself and the life you live. You hold the key and the power to redefine or edit your life, as well the voice to remind anyone who forgets.

What makes you, you?


I’m a writer and hoarder of one-size-fits-all panty hose. Until the hose fits over my bum, I write to provide an alternative view on writing and perfection.

2 thoughts on “Woman on Women on Woman’s Day

  1. Incredibly and creatively expressed, Brenda! None of us can be defined easily, but you have covered about as many facets as I could certainly come up with.
    Here’s to the mystery and complexity of being a woman!
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  2. Fantastic, post, amiga! I have missed your passionate prose! Thank you for writing about all that is us. Every single one of us–we are women, hear us roar! :)

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