I do not want
My hands soiled in muddy water,
Fingers made dingy by gravelly pools
That were clear and clean raindrops, only moments before.
I want to be able
To leap over
The puddles and the messy places
And come out of the other side of adventure
Maybe even sparkly.
But that cannot be.
Brave women who choose to stay
Are never saved from dirty work
By a knight
Who, flying his cape like a flag in the wind,
Drapes his precious garment over the
Puddles that messy our hems and dampen our glass slippers.
Like Mary Magdalene
Beside blood, sweat, tears, and dirt
We choose to stay,
Witnessing the death of how we thought it would be,