Sweet Home

God holds the hearts of women in a special place I feel The benevolent eye that watches the sparrow watch us I know Still the conversations of victim Defeat and not enough show up Harmoniously, in whispers, often, today We understand, as if understanding were cure Through long work shifts, sore feet and bills due Through birthdays and school plays We are hopeful inside closets where we cry On the lawn chairs where we laugh About the nothing We know we are enough Every day the lessons to be learned Still we are big girls longing jump rope and recess Tetherball and gossip We are strong We are our mothers and grandmothers I stand in front of my mirror Full breasts Hips that carried my son A belly that rested his head Still the not enough shows up Sometimes I listen But sometimes I don't