What I See

When I look at you, I don’t see female

I see woman, sure, but not just because I’m a man

I see strength, heart, sensitivity and so much more

the many areas I fall short, if not by design

I see family and how you hold it together

like a tree with many branches needing what flows through your core

I see beauty in ways I can only see when I look through better eyes

and this is why and how I’m becoming who I am when I see my best

Yet when I look at you, I see human

I see vulnerability because God gives us balance

I see you, at your best and purest, in pieces made whole

time and time again, because even angels sometimes need wings to fly

What I don’t see is color, origin or anything else as subtraction

of your worth or an addition to what I must feed myself

I don’t see the work you do, the mother you are or the care in your heart

in which you consider the world as any less important

And what I don’t see, what I never saw, is a past where you should be kept

I see you as worthy, capable and ready to lead

I am proud to follow

because when I see you I see a better man in the mirror

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Normally, I put pen to paper but this piece was

written on the fly here at Prose.com and inspired by

all the women with inner beauty and strength that

might’ve been disrespected lately by men or told

that they don’t belong in leadership roles.

Thank you for taking the time to read.

A.L.