We fell for the guys who were raised by our mothers

Not realizing that they too grew up without fathers.

We fell for the guys Who were raised by our mothers Not realizing That they too grew up without fathers

We fell for the ones Who understood who we were Not thinking about The scars they carried were on us too

We held onto the words Of grander dreams and better living Of present parenthood and always forever Sipping that bitter liquor Drinking those false promises Smoking the healthy herb Eating each other´s words

We were young, we didn´t know

That we ought to learn to lean on ourselves first Before holding onto another

That we need to know who we are first Before finding out the ways of another

That we have to take care of ourselves first Before bringing into life, another

That we ought to find out how far we could go Before pushing each other

That we need to build ourselves up Before climbing on others

That we have to love ourselves fully Before surrendering to another

We fell for the guys With broad shoulders and tall statures Thinking that They were like no other

We fell for the guys With long feet and firm chests Knowing that They´d never leave

We brought life into this world And our mothers wept And our lives hardened Washing soiled napkins Complaining of abandoned days Crying in closed spaces Trying to be cool

We had grown, we knew better

That no one will ever tell you who you are Find out for yourself

That nothing will change on its own Make the change yourself

That all we give comes from within Fill yourself with love

That everyone does what they want Put yourself first

That tears and pain are part of us Learn to deal with them

That who we are will fade Leave your legacy

We fell for the guys Now we want those men Because we´re now women Who aren´t those gals

We Fell, a poem by Margaret Sitawa