I used to think You mocked me <br />from the eyes of faithless men: <br />it was an injustice. <br />I saw You as stern and cold <br />mistook your reserve <br />Blamed You for the all-too-human errors <br />of mortal souls <br /> <br />Then I met You <br />saw Strength <br />cool appraisal in danger <br />sharp eyes, strong hands <br />Fearlessness <br />Tenderness <br />Patience <br /> <br />You'll have to forgive me <br />I was told lies about You <br />told You hated women <br />saw us as lesser <br />wanted us in a kitchen <br />sans shoes, plus babies <br />until You told me <br />You preferred our company <br />admired our abilities <br />wanted to see us run empires <br />or run laughing in fields of tall wheat <br />amidst poppies.<br /><br />Geraldine Moorkens Byrne<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/he-4/
