Women

Women, they say but they mean…

“Correle! Ve cambiate! Ay viene tu tio!’

“...Ay viene el vecino!”

“...Ay vienen los amigos de tu papa!”

Woman, they say.

Cover up, cover up.

Because here he comes.

Woman, they say.

The man or the bear.

A bear every time.

Woman, they say but it sounds kind of like…

“Tapate, tapate!”

Cover up.

And never… “don’t look at my daughter that way, you pervert…

You piece of trash…”

Women, they say.

Never, “why would he think that was ok?”

And always, “what were you wearing?”

Women, they say.

And they mean the weight.

Women, they say.

And they mean the responsibility.

Always, “hold your key in between your fingers”

And never, “hm… maybe don’t _______ women”...

Women, they say.

And they mean, you better breastfeed.

I mean… pick the best formula.

I mean… bottlefeed.

No cereal, yes cereal, maybeeee cereal.

“Dad, what do you think?”
…said nobody ever.

Women they say.

“Their eyesight is poor”

…ou, not enough carrots.

…vegetables on the plate.

Blended.

Whole.

Organic.

YOU BETTER BUILD A GARDEN!!!

Women, they say.

But they mean mother and, yes, father.

Women, they say but they mean parent. Solely.

Women, they say.

Head of household.

“You’re just better at that than me…”

Women they say.

But they mean shopping list maker, buyer, put-away-er.

A woman made a poster for her man with pictures…

Of products…

Grocery store…

Women, they say.

But they mean tend-er to child. Tend-er to man.

Tend-er… to self?

Women, they say.

But house upside down?

“What were you doing all day?”

“You know…you should stay home…”

“Wait, you mean, you don’t work??”

Women, they say.

But never enough.

And definitely always way too much…

Women, they say.

La mujer.

Las chingonas.

Hold it together.

Break it allllllll tf down.

Women, they say…

The world hangs by a thread.

The thread knitted by women.

The thread held by women.

The thread fed and softened and hardened and placed… by women.

The world hangs by a thread.

A thread.

That thread?

Women.