My Super Woman

Maybe it seems easy to be born in Venezuela in the 60's under a family of lower middle class but no, it is not

Maybe it seems easy to be the oldest of nine children and take care of them as your children but no, it is not

Maybe it seems easy to have to walk 8 blocks, grab 2 buses and the subway to go to school at 10 years of old but no, it is not

Maybe it seems easy to have to study Spanish, work and teach literacy classes in poor neighborhoods at the same time, but no, it is not

Maybe it seems easy to fall in love with a boy from a distance, and talk to him by letters and public phones twice a month but no, it is not

Maybe it seems easy to marry that person and leave behind your family, your home, your friends, your studies, but no, it is not

Maybe it seems easy to have 3 sons and lose in your belly your only daughter but no, it is not

Maybe it seems easy to get up early to make breakfast and do homework, lay off your husband and your children, prepare lunch, work, clean toilets, return to work, be exhausted, make dinner and keep a smile on your face but no, it is not

Maybe it seems easy to be a super woman but no, it is not

I love you mommy, my super woman