What I See
When I look at you, I don’t see female
I see woman, sure, but not just because I’m a man
I see strength, heart, sensitivity and so much more
the many areas I fall short, if not by design
I see family and how you hold it together
like a tree with many branches needing what flows through your core
I see beauty in ways I can only see when I look through better eyes
and this is why and how I’m becoming who I am when I see my best
Yet when I look at you, I see human
I see vulnerability because God gives us balance
I see you, at your best and purest, in pieces made whole
time and time again, because even angels sometimes need wings to fly
What I don’t see is color, origin or anything else as subtraction
of your worth or an addition to what I must feed myself
I don’t see the work you do, the mother you are or the care in your heart
in which you consider the world as any less important
And what I don’t see, what I never saw, is a past where you should be kept
I see you as worthy, capable and ready to lead
I am proud to follow
because when I see you I see a better man in the mirror
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Normally, I put pen to paper but this piece was
written on the fly here at Prose.com and inspired by
all the women with inner beauty and strength that
might’ve been disrespected lately by men or told
that they don’t belong in leadership roles.
Thank you for taking the time to read.
A.L.