I slurp my tea
to pick up
from my own pandora’s box
the one piece of paper
that will define me
the woman who is taught to keep quiet
the woman who nurtures, no,there is no card for that
the woman who loves, nopes none for that either!
the woman who pays the bills, yeah, here’s one!
the woman who hopes, mends and cares, hmmm…none for that
the woman who gives strength and support, not a single one
the crooked, crazy, cairn-like-all-women-in-me-types, not yet
sorry I say
and then I pick up one
that shows me as the woman who rides and drives
the woman to teaches
A sigh of relief later, they said
“Open the doors, let her go.
There is no danger from her!”