Her hands had known
and touched and felt
the best and the worst
that life had to offer.
They’d held a newborn
they’d kneaded bread
they’d mended sweaters
they’d caressed her man
felt a rose petal
petted a cat
soothed a boo boo
prayed to God.
Her hands had seen
their share of toil
and despair
triumph and joy
sorrow and love.
If we must celebrate a day for women, let us celebrate freedom from stereotypes, from expectations. Stop congratulating women for being the secret behind a successful man... Start saluting them for being successful. Stop telling women they are beautiful. Try telling them it's not important to be beautiful! Stop praising her roles as mother, wife, daughter, sister... Celebrate her as an individual, a person, independent of relationships.
