I am the woman that husbands don’t like
The woman that wife’s will never invite
The one with the mouth, opinions, and brains
Who’ll never be asked round to their house again

The cause of divorce one way or another
Who’s always accused of being a lover
Causing a rift at parties or work

They look up and down as if I were dirt

I am the friend who stands on her own
Who’s filed under Bob in your husband’s phone
It’s not that I’m clever, pretty, or kind,
or have a great pair of breasts,
or Beyonce’s behind.

I’m part of a group that no one excepts
A single lone female is always a hex
I am the woman who stands on her own
Who lives with her cat and eats dinner alone.

(c) Copyright 2016 Tina Cox