This is the epilogue of my life

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That moment when you realize you’ve walked down this road

Not once, not twice, but a whole lot more

Quite possibly the only path you’ve walked for years

Encountering the same obstacles, facing the same fears

It’s a wonder why you are stuck, your destination is a ring!

Wandering in circles must be extremely tiring

It must be extremely unsatisfying and painful at best

To know that you have not reached your goal like the rest

Stop looking behind you and for once look at where you’re going

There’s less power in ignorance, more power in knowing

Don’t you see it? Can’t you see where you are supposed to go?

Keep on looking back, and success you’ll never know

                By: Monica Chavez ©Copyright 2012

It is amazing how much a woman can withstand

Childbirth, oppression, sexism, stereotypes, the girth of a man

Seventy-five percent, at least, go through sexual abuse

Don’t ever dare to empathize or attempt to walk in her shoes

It is hard to see through her eyes, they aren’t made of glass

She’s masked her deepest thoughts, that’s the only way she’ll last

Society tells her she must perform her domestic duties

She must submit to her King, then her king, and become nurturing

While juggling a home life, she must educate herself

She must assist her king in building the family wealth

She will make three-quarters of what her male counterpart will wage

Yet she will be expected to do three times the work, to be on the same page

Her sexual desires must maintain at optimum levels

For if she does not please her king, she will lose him to the devil

In societies eyes, she is expected to maintain a perfect body

And down her back, her hair must fall perfectly

And she does what she is expected, yet still no one sees her accomplishments

From her countless hours of work, to her workouts, and her intelligence

It’s amazing how the woman functions, always standing tall, always maintaining her composure

But the one moment she dysfunctions, her reputation, it is over

                -By: Monica Chavez © Copyright 2012

There was a glare in her eyes, you could tell she was tainted…

So tainted was that look, as she grabbed the butcher knife

And stood there in the darkness, about to take his life

As she gripped the knife tightly, she said a little prayer

Told God to forgive her, but if she went to hell she would not care

Because God you see, in her mind, had just as much let her down

As the other men in her life, He no longer held the crown

Then God whispered softly, “I am with you, I am here

Put the knife down, you cannot live in fear

I love you my dear child, I would never let you down

But you never prayed for you, I’m glad you’ve come around”

There was a glare in her eyes, you could tell she was tainted…

By: Monica Chavez © Copyright 2011

Dear Destiny,

I am more powerful than you

I can control your every move

You may think you have a grip

But I will soon make you slip

I control my own free will

I choose to move or to stand still

I can love or I can hate

I can choose my own mate

You do not decide my fate

You must feel sick when I run late

Destiny, the life you chose for me was that of anguish and bad choices

But I have chosen mostly good, and I have overcome your voices

Maybe next time you’ll bring me down

But until then, I’m painting the town

                By: Monica Chavez ©Copyright 2012