Original poem reprinted online here: "Women Like Me" by Wendy Rose Originally read: May 22, 2013 More information about the Poet: Wendy Rose Usually, I have an apprehension to defining poems about the self. The poems that ultimately go "I am a man, a firefighter, a husband, a cactus, a dog, I am a proud man." "Women Like Me" is not one of these poems. It's a definition of the self poem of course, but the style of the poem, the continuous barrage of rhetorical questions does not lead to confidence of one self, rather the deconstruction (and knowledge) of one self into generic terminology and pieces. The first part of the poem has the title blend into the poem "making promises they can't keep." Already with the negative connotation there's something amiss -- what are the promises? In this first part the question isn't explored; however what is explored is the image of the Grandmother who has, "invading burr and thistle from...
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