The world will gaze at physical beauty and fashionability. It will praise accolades and achievements. It will showcase talent and broadcast drama. It will make room for conformity and allow subtle resistance to seep into the cracks. It loves the bold and exalts bravery. It hosts parades and ceremonies for the chosen. But it discounts and disregards the ordinary, everyday woman.
The woman who goes about her life in quiet solitude is often overlooked. It is she who breathes life into the world. It’s her blood, sweat, and tears that builds nations. Greatness is created in her womb. Love flows from her veins.
She isn’t looking for acknowledgment. She doesn’t care if anybody knows. It’s not that she wants to be unnoticed, it simply that no one notices. She speaks in hushed tones. She silences the voice of her opinion, in favor of speaking through action. She supports and leans in. She carries and holds.
Splintered nails.
Bruised hands.
Soiled bossom.
Lacerated heart.
It is she who toils in earnest to erect an uncertain future for her children & yours.
There is no life without her, we exist because of her.
She sacrifices so we can live.