The Women Who Don’t Fit In

Who am I?  Doesn’t matter. Image
I like to think of myself as invisible, but it’s not so.
Truth be told, I seem to stick out like a sore thumb — that I never quite fit in.
Features that people aren’t used to.
Mannerisms that don’t belong to this time.
There are places for the men that don’t fit in…
In search of gold, deer, elk, caribou, moose, bear, deep sea fish or crab…
Oil fields or off-shore rigs.
But what of the women who don’t fit in?
Where do we go?

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