I used to think You mocked me
from the eyes of faithless men:
it was an injustice.
I saw You as stern and cold
mistook your reserve
Blamed You for the all-too-human errors
of mortal souls
Then I met You
saw Strength
cool appraisal in danger
sharp eyes, strong hands
Fearlessness
Tenderness
Patience
You'll have to forgive me
I was told lies about You
told You hated women
saw us as lesser
wanted us in a kitchen
sans shoes, plus babies
until You told me
You preferred our company
admired our abilities
wanted to see us run empires
or run laughing in fields of tall wheat
amidst poppies.
Geraldine Moorkens Byrne
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/he-4/
