Woman with many hats.

Disagree with anyone who said she wasn't level headed.

That woman must have been to wear all those hats.

One for work to shade her face from the sun's harsh rays. 

One for home to shade her shady ways from her son's harsh praise. 

One when dealing with the powers that be, the heaviest of the lot. 

One when on holiday that she never wears. 

One when in stress that has tatters and tares. 

One hat that makes her a nurse, many another's that makes her a doctor, a dentist, a coach, a healer, a counselor, an advocate, a painter, an artist, a poet, what  hat  feels like it fits best. 

None of them and all of them. 

A jack of all trades. 

Woman where on earth do you put all the hat boxes. 

Woman how dare they make your head flat and small. 

A mountain of hats. 

I guess there was a reason for your mother putting that heavy large book on your brain and making you walk without dropping it. 

The punishment came if the book fell, the same as the hats of today. 

Swapping hats is easy, but can't throw any away. 

Oh the effects of wearing them all, why wasn't she given a night cap, why wasn't she granted a baby bonnet, why always hats, nothing wrong with a bennie. 

Sad woman, she didn't get to pull off the dunce hat. 

Wishful woman wanted to throw a graduation hat. 

Given one from the mad hatter. 

Given one from a now dead woman, that wore the hat when she sang. 

Would like one with her logo on. 

Not all these hats with labels. 

Labels on the hats read. 

Poor
Hardworking 
Downtrodden 
Slut 
Shy
Stupid
Stubborn. 
Hate me, love me, leave me alone. 

The largest writing reads judge me. 

And they do, and they have, and they always will. 

Exclude able that woman. 

Welcoming woman whose personality was considered weird. 

Intense woman who came to grips with  why her hat's where always plural. 

Good luck wearing them, is all I can say.

Maybe there is one being made for your hay day.