Woman, Mother, Wife

Middle of the country middle of the pack middle of the socioeconomic bracket, between my 14th birthday and my 21st I made peace with my future. I was the destined as the woman, the mother, the wife. Arguments of women's liberation, women's rights, women's bodies fell flat. The one choice women have is picking carefully, them ensuring that she's the woman, the mother, the wife.

All around me are broken women, poor women, unhappy women. The common denominator is no man in their life. Women aren't made to be alone, women are made to belong to a man's house. For that you need a husband. Alone is a recipe for an unfulfilled life. My father gave me away, my husband took my hand. From one man's house to another's. As far back in history you care to look, that's the continuum, time to woman up.