Who is loser?

You tell me, I am like an infant compared to woman you apprise.
You tell me, she is so persistent and I`m the one who compromise.

You tell me, she has made career. She makes good money for her life.
You think, that I`m just standing near without an aim and without strife.

You tell, I live without a purpose; that I can`t kick and cannot bite,
I can`t apply my women`s weapons and that’s why on the shadowed side.

She is…she is…she is…So funny…All what I`ve heard was always “she”
Oh yes, my love, I have no money and purpose of my life- just be!

Your” winner” had been never married, and never had a better chance.
She wrapped herself in silk and fairy, but all she had was short romance.

She never gave a birth to baby to save her life for better jobs.
She never cleaned her baby`s jerry, she never heard her baby`s sobs.

She doesn`t know the desperation of sleepless nights and “good-notes”-joy,
To put aside for education, to say “You`ve made it, dear boy!”

I was aback and prayed to goddess:”Please, save my child so far from home!”
She wrote an article on “Progress”, refined her nails and went to Rome…

She made short calls to calm her parents when I was grieving for my mom.
She has a lot of useful statements. She has so much, but she`s alone.

You may deny. You may forsake me: I wouldn`t cry, I wouldn`t run.
I`m standing tall. Your words can`t brake me. I am not loser. She`s the one.