All of the men that worry the women that become our mothers

Migrant Mother, taken by
Dorothea Lange in 1936

To the most beautiful women in the world

Who are our mothers

Whose wrinkles

Crowsfeet

Saggy this

Blotched that

Is because of me

Us

All of the men that worry the women that become our mothers

Will he call me?

Does he love me?

Why won’t he call?

Who is that woman in the Facebook picture?

And the daughters that the most beautiful women produce

Hopefully will never have to have those wrinkles

Or crowsfeet

Saggy this

Blotched that

Because men can choose to become the same women

And then women can sit back with satisfaction

To see the men who become women struggle

And realize being a woman, a mother is more than wearing a dress

Putting on makeup

Getting a vagina

Being a woman is about sacrificing your soul

To everyone around you –

Boyfriends, girlfriends, wives, fathers, brothers, sons, and husbands

And sure the women can choose to become the same men

But in this world of sexual fluidity

One fact remains

The most beautiful women in the world

Who are our mothers

Already have balls of steel

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