Annually i visit my parents for about a month.
This year we visited some really cool places close to their home in Oklahoma.
While at a museum honoring Native American culture,
I found an oddly inspiring image.
It was one of about 9 sculptures.
All depicting strong women of the time.
I was so happy to see that not a single one was smiling.
They were barefoot, carrying hatchets, and scowling.
Each on a different scenario,
But every single statue seemed to scream to me.
I’ve always hated being told to smile.
I’m pissed, why would I?
These ladies get it though.
Life is wild, sometimes you need to get angry and take action.
I loved every one of the ladies on display,
But my favorite was the one below.
She seemed so real.
You can’t see her face in the photo,
And i don’t think you need to.
She was snarling.
Not sad about her dead husband at her feet,
Or worried for the baby in her arms.
She’s taking a weapon and looking to her uncertain future defiantly.
Ready for anyone to come for her.
I can only image a pretty bleak fate,
But I’d bet she took some enemies to the grave with her.
You go, ■■■■■!