To Those Who Run

(Note: I wrote this one a weekend during a getaway with a girlfriend of mine from college. We stayed at a resort, the same resort I was supposed to stay at with my ex-boyfriend-- The week after I broke up with him. He was a doctor, had money, and liked to think I would stick it out through a bad relationship because of it. Going on that trip was a wake up moment of, 'Wait. I can do this without him... what was I thinking?'
Sitting in the inner courtyard of a Tuscan-style villa on the last stop of a wine-tasting tour, this is what came out of my pen.)

Women like us
don't live in a pocket
A nice, cozy ease
of time, place and being
Where we know where we're going
in perfect precision
Based on the fact
it's where we always have been

Women like us
don't stand for just 'being'
In practiced restraint
the collar would choke us
Always doing 'the right' thing
as a 'good, Christian' woman
Acting as if
we were living perfection

No, women like us
carve landscapes in mountains
Take the left turn
and do unexpected

Women like us say FUCK satisfaction
Comfort ain't living and taking for granted
We reap what we sow
and in sowing, is legacy

Pick up and run
when you've only been standing