The Single Mother

She is the strongest woman I know.
She walks the unaccompanied path. She has her own back. She asks no favors.  Not an ounce of independence does she lack.

She has moments where she feels as though no one sees her. She feels them stare, but do they really see her? She gets whistles when she walks down the street, yet she goes to bed alone.


She’s not afraid to change her mind, heck, she change her own tires, yet she is petrified of being in a bind.

She makes her own decisions. She pulls her own weight, but can not make her children do as she says—without the yelling and screaming—Oh! the constant admonition.

Her idea of a three course meal is
the ones she has made herself when she is in the mood. Sometimes, there is nothing in her cupboard where flour and sugar are supposed to be for food.

She is sassy, even feisty when out on the streets, but some nights her tears fall on her pretty bed sheets. She has moments where she knows she’s sexy and moments where she doubts everything about flexees.

She screws up—a lot. She stumbles, she falls. She gets it wrong as often as she gets it right; yet she never gives up the fight.

She has bad hair days. She buys her new clothes at Target or Forever21  and prays it passes for a more well-known brand. Some months she struggles to pay her rent and her car payment in one. Maybe she bought too many shoes, or purse, or accents for her walls. Yet the only pair of designer shoes she owns are the pair of Steve Madden that she bought at the discount mall.

Sometimes her friends let her down. Her family barely has her back. And that elusive dad?, the one that "Got Away”, she still can’t cut the string.  She prays on her knees, Oh God, please send me a king!

She has moments of anxiety where she wonders if her Prince charming got lost or flinch.  So instead she decides to settle for a less complicated, less hard-working, less charming prince.

At times she doesn't know whether she’s going or coming until she gets to where she's at. She still hasn't got it all figured out—no, far from that, in fact.

Be Blessed! Be Strong! Be You!

She loves God and she loves to dance, she’s her own“Better-Half.”
She looks like a queen.
She is ahead of her time.
She is the strongest woman I know.
She is the reason I do what I do.
She is "The Single Mother".
She’s me…and she maybe you.