One Woman
by Anitra L. Freeman
The world only needs
one woman.
Don't you, don't I,
have more faces than anyone's
ever seen?
My feet have danced
dragged
stomped
been
a hundred thousand feet.
I have heard my name sung
to a woman I've never been
anywhere near.
I have felt my child in my arms
cuddle
shrink
go stiff
and wondered what he saw
where I held my face.
Men who pummel demons
in any lover's flesh;
children who curse nightmares
in any mother's face;
who needs any more
than one woman?
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