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Wonder Woman

3 Feb

Wonder Woman 1

By Veronica M. Benson

Why do I have to keep a straight face

Keep my legs crossed and appear unphased

Because he went out and misbehaved and played

Himself

I’m supposed to appear to be this perfect little thing

Grab hold of my emotions, like I’m not hurting

While I sat there all the time

Keeping us, in mind

Thinking about a promise that was

Supposed to come in our time

And in our line

But I’m supposed to be fine

I wonder how many women

Are living in pretending

While they keep hidden

What they are truly missing

Due to the years of tradition

That says to keep sitting

And be good little women

He’ll be back once his playing

Catches up with him

I wonder why women

Never get the nerves

Put on their best shoes

And skirts

And leave first

Or find enough strength

To take a deep breath
And leave

When what left returns

Burned

Ready to try and learn , now…

When he rebelled at first

Here he comes now

Some with a kid

Outside of what was promised

Or just the guilt, the scars

From what he did

And there you are

Ready to forgive

Forget about years

Tears

Fears

You didn’t choose to be played

But it’s your choice if you’ll stay

Too afraid that another woman

Will reap the good in him

That you know is on the way.

So where’s his lesson?

When he ran out and came back

And it was your turn you should have left him

In life there are many teachers

Experience so far is the best one

Don’t tell me it’s for the kids

Or what you think is best for the child

Surely while he ran around
If you searched his heart and mind

Those kids were nowhere to be found

I wonder why

I wonder where

I wonder when

Women started this

Messed up pattern

Of this is how it should happen

For titles

Don’t tell me it’s in the bible

God may use you to get them

At the feet of the Lord

After you’ve finished

He opens the door

For what He had in store

For you all along

Before you fell in love with

The wrong,

Man

It Makes me wonder women

Why we won’t be the heroes

And leave the zeroes

In the type of men, or in the money they think they can spend

To win what can never be bought

Why are we afraid to leave

What can be worse than hurting, than hiding,

Smiling knowing you’re crying and inside you’re dying

Why wonder women?

When you can be living and forgetting

About whoever hurt you and never deserved you

While you’re getting what you wished for from the beginning

To be winning women in this life

It’s not always about being a wife

Especially when you ‘re worried about what’s in others eyes

What they see or what they’ll think

I wonder why women

Can’t deal with endings

That never should have happened

To be their own Wonder Woman

And grab hold of, their new beginnings

When men come and go

Why do you have to be strong enough to know

That it’ll be OK

And this pain will pass one day

If you can just make it through each moment

To fall down hard enough and pray

We believe that God wants us to end up this way

Under a man

When he made us WO-MAN

More pleasing, undefeated, a special kind of being

We were made wonderful women for a reason

Not made to need a man but to be needed

I wonder why women won’t believe that we are great

And just be it

We believe it, but don’t achieve this great belief within us
We look to everything and everyone around to tell us how to be us

We eat and digest and serve again anything this world will feed us

We look to be taught but we are the teachers

I believe and see that the world is waiting and in need of us

I wonder women, when and where we will begin.

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Poetry: My Heart

2 Feb

February is “The Month of Love” as well as ❤ Month (heart month).
This is a poem I wrote and was last edited on Valentine's Day in 2011.

I believe in visions and dreams. How can you plan for your future without knowing what's in store for your life. Even though we may not know the entire plans for our futures, I believe that you should get clues.

A lot of the things that I write comes from my dreams and aspirations that I've had since I was a little girl. I couldn't have made them up during that time and they're still with me now as an adult. I know that my dreams are real. Some of my poetry comes from the places that my dreams are.

My Heart.

2/14/2011 (edited)

I put it in your hands
And I’m giving you the
Chance
The opportunity for you
To handle with care

To hold and treat it like
Your everything
Your honesty, truth and
Dedication says much more
Than a ring

I ask nothing more than
When you come to bring
Your best
As long as you stand by me
You pass, there are no tests
My heart is with you
A pillow for your head to rest

Not for those who I pass
On a daily basis
Who see me in jeans and makeup
Who look for pretty faces

You know me as much more
Than a shape like the number 8
Than an exterior to anyone
That would looks great

Inside, you say is where
You’ve found your surprise
The key to your soul
Don’t speak, I believe your eyes

You’ve held my heart
Through whatever came my way

Now you’re holding my hand
Your word is your promise
You promise to stay

I’m like a school aged girl
Writing letters, poems
Literally Adding you as a chapter
To my book
I’m excited to write about
Love again
Look how long it took
The best collaboration yet
You write the verses
I’ll sing the hook

The words fill in my heart
My mind, I can’t write fast enough
You came like a thief in the night
I was about to give up on love
At least that kind

Life is moving
I felt like I was running out of time
The moment I stop worrying about
It,

You came
And turned on the light.

No Sam and Mollie
But you mold clay
With me.
You’ll read and write, sit
Silently or pray with me
You choose your words carefully
Because I listen to the things
You say to me,
You hold me in your arms,
And say you’ll take your
Last breath before you’d walk
Away from me

I have no expectations
They’ve all been met
You say what you mean
You’re words behind your actions
Just a few steps
You’re the best secret that I have ever kept*

Whether we’re in the studio
Or a movie, swimming, or in the park
Even in the winter with the dogs
Or just for a walk

If a couple of days pass
And we don’t talk
The test of loyalty
I know you play your part
Before I even met you
I knew that you were royalty
I’m head over heels, don’t
Let go of me

“The Kind of Woman’ I am,
Was made for you
“Ever since I was born, I was trained
To serve you” J

All jokes aside, here’s what I need
You to do,
Take this gift, keep it,
Nothing else really matters
HANDLED CARELESSLY BEFORE
AND IN THE WRONG HANDS
NOW, IT SHATTERS.

Once you’ve got my heart,
You’ve got all of me
Strong, confident, handsome
Talented, gifted, much
Taller than me

The chemistry was there just being
In the same room
Before you walked over to me
Integrity, proud, faithful, big ego
I knew you’d fall for me

And the rest, stuff I don’t
Have to mention, it’s
Already a given.

I’m good for business
Or in the kitchen
Work hard at what you’re good at
Those hands should never touch dishes
Tell me what you need, I’ll write the prescription

A songstress, a seamstress
When life tries to cut you open
I’m good for stitching

A writer, a word-stress
You read my verses
We can take it straight to
The stage
No need to rehearse this

Whatever you need, you’ll find
In me

There is one thing I require
One thing I ask
That you hold much higher
Priority to any other task
Carry it like it’s made of glass
Hold my heart dear to you
Its crystal clear to only you
No one is in it where you are, but you
You’ve made a home for it, it
Lives with you.*