Women in waiting
Weren't we always waiting
for a man to validate our existence.
Affirmations of sold signs & prodigal rings,
danced in distant dreams.
The rat race, coming home to a tidy place.
Shackled to the stove, washing his dirty clothes.
A fairytale brought to reality,
only when deeming himself ready,
which naturally struck
his biological clock around 25.
After all, women were early bloomers,
always coming around sooner.
Not her.
She was a dirt kicker,
never afraid of leaving any man in the dust.
& like a boisterous firecracker,
she burst at the seams.
Never buying into this American Dream.
Firecrackers Wait For No One
By Lauren Long
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