The directions: We find faults in ourselves, in others, and in the world around us all the time. Today, write a poem about the imperfect nature of someone or something, whether you accept these imperfections or complain about them, try to fix them or celebrate them.
“Motherhood changes everything.”
Somehow society tells women, the PERFECT pinnacle to your life is to become a mom What they don’t tell you is how immensely IMPERFECT motherhood is And that it’s ok to not be PERFECT Point taken? Pause.
Did you know you won’t know everything? That sometimes you will forget the little things? Did you know being a mom isn’t the key happiness? That there is no rite of passage or moments of pure bliss? Did you know that postpartum depression is real? That it can zap your joy and ability to mentally heal? Did you know that everyday won’t be a good day? That sometimes you even consider running away? Did you know it will have you question your sanity? That you will not take time for yourself to just be? Did you know that motherhood is just as much about you as it is them? That sometimes it’s ok to make a decision on a whim? Did you know that it is emotionally, mentally and physically draining? That there is no manual, it’s all on the job training? Did you know that being mom, mother, mum, mommy, mama is hard? That for a time your hopes and dreams you will have to discard?
Why can’t society just let a woman be? What’s best for one, might not be best for me We should be free to evolve and engage in discovery Don’t tell me I should become a mom, but let me see If motherhood is what I truly want as part of my destiny
So Mum, Mother, Mom, Mommy, Mama It’s okay to be imperfect on any given day.
The instructions said to write about a journey. “You could channel your excitement about a trip you’re about to embark on (or just returned from), comment on the mental progress you witnessed someone make, or focus on the struggles, pleasures, and extreme emotions that travel can bring about.”
In her post, she said “I believe that for 2021 it is time for Black Women to reclaim their time, worth, and energy.” She went on to say “it is time for Black Women to stop living a back burner existence.”
Her post was the kind that would have you responding like this as you read it…
But it also got me thinking about Langston Hughes’ poem I, Too. Here is my version of his historic verses. I call mine I, Too: The Sista’s Version:
I, too am America.
I am the darker sister
They give me an apron
To clean their kitchens, And care for their children
They want me to disappear
When company comes,
But I smile,
And make plans,
And dream dreams,
I’ll have a seat at the table
When company comes.
Say to me
“You don’t belong here,”
They already know how BEAUTIFUL I AM
They’ll see how BRILLIANT I AM
And be ashamed—-
I, too am America.
Thank you hannahdrake628 for your #everydayinspiration for the sistas!