Helpless babes,

Crybabies,

Wimps,

Dolls, of hair

And make-up,

Who require a man to be around,

A dude of great power,

Someone stronger, tougher,

To rely on.

Is that truly

All

That a girl

Amounts to?

Or, are we

Perhaps,

Relentless,

Merciless fiends,

Who, with words like daggers,

Pierce boys' hearts in two

And laugh about it?

Or, are we

Something more...

Beacons of light through the fog,

Revealing to you the way through life,

Loving, yet strong,

Soft, yet disciplined,

Are we...

Mothers.