Your Mother Is Strong

There once was a pair of shoes.

A pair of bright shiny red shoes.

On the bottom stood 13-inch heels that made a certain young woman look rather tall so tall that they made the average woman think that they would fall if they dared try them on

She calls them her "Favorite red-hot stilettos"

And every night she'd stand at the corner of a dark alley and offered her pearls in return for money

You know what she found was funny? The policemen of the city, the mayor, VIP's, lawyers and married men paid her great money for her pearls.

Every night she'd stand still occasionally changing her pose looking as if she were angrily craving for a round of sex saying "60 an hour but I'll take 10 off for you baby." "Well get in!" They'd reply.

And you might call this young woman a whore, a prostitute, or the occasional slut.

Have you ever asked your self why she needed that money? Meth perhaps? Maybe.

Not really.

No, really I'm serious! No not cocaine or weed or angel dust, maybe angel dust but not quite.

See at home she didn't live alone she had an angel a beautiful little girl of her own who resembled her greatly, she had tightly curled hair, big mystical brown eyes, and her skin favored a chocolate kiss with a touch rose gold dusted upon her skin gracefully, her mother did so much for her.

So much that she dropped out of college on a three-year scholarship, tried to get a job and only stumbled upon hardships, eventually standing on a street corner and sold herself.

All to supply one little girl.

Positively if you asked the little girl who is her hero she wouldn't say Super Woman, Storm, Wonder Woman or Word Girl she'd say and I quote "My mommy I think she's strong!"

Though she may or may not know about the need for those bright shiny red stilettos she knows that her mother is strong and that is the most important thing for her know.

And for you my dear to ponder upon, I truly do believe our mothers are strong.