Mama didn’t take any shit.
She was an apron string feminist
pushing against no while
serving up cake.
She grew up a starved bird
in an alcoholic’s nest...
daddy’s bottle dripping fight
into her backbone.
Mama had seen the bad side
of the seed breaking teeth silent,
and vowed no man would ever steal her voice.
She had opinions, lots of opinions.
She would stand up on her soapbox
wearing muddy shoes from walking the talk
that work didn’t have gender.
She believed if something needed to get done,
you roll up your sleeves, do what you can,
and help with what you can’t.
Mama was an apron string feminist
teaching three girls how to swim
upstream in a testosterone current.
If it takes a cake, bake it, but if there is
hammering to do, you better find the nails.
©Susie Clevenger 2016
Day 12 #NaPoWriMo 2016