Nothing like a war
to bring out the man in a woman.
Necessity has a way of making work
progressively gender neutral.
When a belly is hungry
it doesn’t care who
tends the potatoes.
Muscle up gentle roses.
Men’s hands have been filled with rifles.
It is now your collective spunk
commanded to tend the fields.
You’ve always known your strengths,
unfortunately war has provided opportunity
to pull away layers of I can’t to expose I can.
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Are the 'spuds' a metaphor for kids to tend?
A fun read, Susie.
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"pull away layers of I can’t to expose I can."
Words to live by then and now.
Now I have to remember to find this on NetFlix. Thank you for that. :)