I was a Man

The first time I shot a gun
I wanted to be a man
And Indeed became one

The first time I presented a winning campaign
I wanted to be like those men
And one I did remain

The first time I revved up, heard how a Harley sang
I wanted the strength of a boy
And they embraced and allowed me in their gang

The first time I hit par without a head start
I wanted to golf with the guys
And so I never have since used a cart

The first time I caught a tell in poker cards
I wanted to be as good as them
And so my gambling improved in casino wards

The first time I wrestled and won
I wanted more of what they could do
And so in the ring I perfected fun

The first time I went drinking before the game
I wanted to keep up just like their group
And so I drank and included my name

The first time I tried skeet shooting, pull
Bruises and all, I had to be the same
And eventually handled the weight of a bull

The first time I drove a race car
I wanted to be on the pit crew
And they let me keep flying together far

The first time I saw a naked man
I Did not want to be him, as much as wanted him
And he taught me, what only I, as a woman, can

The first time I touched lace
I found myself remembering my man
And insisted to wear my very own face

The first time I sprayed perfume on my soft skin
I smelt like a flower and loved the effect on him
And remodeled my wardrobe to begin

The first time I felt like a woman, a lady
I realized we are made, different, for a purpose
And, I think it was all to prepare for him, maybe