Yes, I’m a woman.
I push doors that clearly say PULL.
I laugh harder when I try to explain why I’m laughing
I walk into a room and forget why I was there.
I count on my fingers in math.
I hide the pain from my loved ones
I say it is a long story, when it really isn’t, just to get out of having to tell it.
I cry a lot more than you think I do.
I care about people who don’t care about me.
I cry at sad movies, but will watch them again and again
I listen to you, even when you don’t listen to me.
And a hug will always help