A Smart Woman

I am not a strong woman.
Like crystal, so easily shattered.
I'm not much more than human.
I'm beginning to see a pattern.

I give,
they take.
I love,
they break.
My heart,
their hands.
My seed,
their land.

I am not a smart woman.
Like a child, I keep on returning
to that terrible feeling, always looming,
of my heart, always breaking,
always burning.