I’m Super Woman – A Poem
1 Aug
A few weeks ago, we shared our reaction to Anne Marie Slaughter’s article ‘Why Women Still Can’t Have it All.‘ This week, one reader responds with her reflections:
To the World by Us,
I’d like to share this with you as I feel some of your readers may be able to relate to these words.
On the outside, I may seem strong, independent, free and detached, a ‘super woman’ but, I’m not… not all the time anyway. So I’ll be open, vulnerable, and let you know that I’m not “perfect”.
Instead of shouting loud or being proud, I’ll be honest. My head can fall down a well of worry.
I call this poem “I’m Super Woman”….because despite pressures, stress, insecurities etc, we can find the strength within ourselves to continue. Accepting the ups and downs, makes us stronger in the long run.
I hope to portray the stereotyped Super Woman with a realistic perspective, shedding light on the bad days we all know to well.
I’m Super Woman
Irrational, crazy, indecisive
Paranoid, afraid
My mind once on point
and then way off
Connections made
and then dissolved
Steps slow with negativity
Feasting away on my enzymes
looking down, encapsulating all of me
I’m sad, I’m alone, misunderstood
in this revolutionary world
What will make it work?
What will help me let go?
How can I trust again?
I’m ugly, overweight, not fashionable
not desirable, un reliable
I don’t do my washing often
I refuse to cook every night
Fear of becoming a 1950′s house wife
My breath stinks, my nails filthy
absolute disgust
have little trust in myself
put me back on the shelf
I’m lost.
The lost dog on a plastered poster
Peeling off the under layer
from the one before
Thank god the rain is falling
cleansing my mentalities
I could walk out in it
get me wet, make me forget
I could get lost
Never to return
Reinventing this.
Words: Zaniah Carigiet
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