© Brent Mclennon, 2011

She may be a virgin
Or even a queen
A prize heavyweight
On the corporate scene
She may save lives
Be a dedicated mother
A teacher, a leader
A faithful lover.
No matter how hard she works to be good
She will suffer the pain that is named Womanhood.

She’ll be taken for granted
Not enough yet too much
She’ll thirst for acceptance
And starve for a touch
She’ll cross valleys of doubt
Sowing seeds of pure gold
She will sweeten with beauty
But wake up alone.
Her virtues and flaws will be misunderstood
She will shower in pain living out Womanhood.

The weight of her breasts
The spread of her hips
Poison poured out on her
By malevolent lips
The rending of childbirth
Empty heartbreak
The agony of love
Grief, wrinkle and ache:
She will never be quite as blessed as she should
Because her life is a path through Womanhood.

All Hail the BFF!

She told me to meet her at the sushi bar we often confuse with home.  Kawasaki (not his real name, but don’t tell his boss) always experiments on us, putting a new roll on the plate for us to pop like calorie-free pills.  Isn’t sushi soooooooo good?  We forget it’s food!

And so does he.  To Kawasaki sushi is art.  Poor chef had no idea he was handling the most powerful thing in the world.

Love my l-i-f-eee until it leff meee

This morning I love my life.  Last night I had sushi with “the V” in it – did I tell you my best friend is a Nutter with a capital N?  Then a lightning storm came and the lights went out.  Right before I woke up this morning I dreamed I was in Jamaica.  And now, coffee cup in hand, I am fresh back from the twice-daily walk with Lola and Julius, a constant and regularly scheduled reminder that my mess really doesn’t stink – at least not like theirs. What more could a girl need?

All Hail!

A friend of mine recently married sat down to lunch with me and confided.  He said “Bushlings, it is only since I have gotten married that I realize how much of my time before this was spent chasing the V!”  Ok, ok, so he didn’t say the V – he is a He after all – but I’m keeping the stream clean.  He went on to explain to me his mind-blowing self-discovery that I kinda coulda guessed already having watched his antics for years.

Only when he found himself married and committed to being faithful (kudos by the way) did he realize how much of his thinking space had been taken up with how he could make himself more attractive that day, or know how he should approach such-and-such a girl in his building, or what he should say to this other one he might bump into later, all in the aim of making sure he could close the deal.

Not sure how to feel about his discovery, he was like “Bushy, I don’t know what to DO with myself!  I have so much time on my hands and the only thing I have to do is focus on growing, changing and improving me.  And I realize how much of myself I have neglected!  There is so much I need to do!”

To my dear friend who is now building his future with his number one, don’t feel bad baby, you couldn’t help it, because….

…it is what it is.