American Woman

She is a normal
All American girl
Trying to make it
On her own.

She has spunk
And she has pride
In who she is
And the life she leads.

She makes do
With what she earns,
Pinching pennies
And scrimping to get by.

She has a few friends
But not a lot,
Some guys she sees
But nothing serious.

She leads a quiet
And a humble life
Mostly getting by
Paycheck to paycheck.

Still she dreams
Of someday finding
A guy and having
A family of her own.

It’s a small world
In which she lives,
An adopted pattern
That grew comfortable in time.

Yet deep in her heart
She knows unquestionably
That there is more
To life than what she sees.

She is a wandering spirit
Looking for something
Yet not really sure
Just what she will find.

She is a woman child
Willfully strong
Defiant and bold
Yet silently crying.

She is a mixture of the ages,
Something new
And something old,
Values sometimes confused.

She is a dreamer
Who hasn’t given up believing
That somewhere out there
Is her knight in shining armor.

She is an American Woman.
Independent and free,
Yet often wishing
She wasn’t so alone.