I am that woman

No matter how hard

I try

I am that woman

 

I am that woman

Whose glasses

Are always crooked

Lenses clouded in dust

So continuous squinting

Is a must

 

I am that woman

Who wears her t-shirts

Back to front

Or inside out

I don’t know what

It’s all about

 

All I know

Is I am that woman

Frizzy hair

Yes, that’s me!

Odd socks

Maybe that’s why

People stare

 

I can’t help it

I’m not sure I want to

I possess a spirit

That runs free

To be honest

I am very happy

To be that woman

Who is me

 

The one who tries

Her best not to be late

Or not to turn up

In a state

 

Where’s my phone

Where are my keys

Oh lord, I am going

To miss my train

Again!

 

Mum, they are in your hand!

Oh, so they are

Thanks love

You are a star!

 

It’s amazing

I ever got this far

But I am that woman

I cannot change

Don’t worry mum

We love you

Just the way you are.

 

C.K. 22