each generation has its gems, the point is, are we one of them?
Monday, March 8, 2010
For the ladies...
She's shy,
still trying to figure out why,
she still loves her cheek bones and her shoes high.
The most beautiful women you've seen,
she's on her own baby,
she don't no one to lean.
She comes in all sorts of colours,
she's herself, a spouse, a friend and a loving daughter.
She can be mean,
her smartness is seen.
The graceful women all around the world,
or those to be women who are still little girls.
She ain't no doll,
she ain't some one to put against the wall,
she ain't someone who's only got her brains in the mall,
she ain't the grooms lemon tart in front of that big wedding hall.
Today she's independent,
she'll beat the man who gave her that indecent wink.
She'll live her life her own way,
whether she's straight or gay.
Yes, she has been through a lot of wrong,
but today,
today, she fight and kick asses of whom who will forget where they're from.
I'm not a complete feminist I will say,
but hey,
today's international women's day,
dude the new world runs the woman's way,
now they ain't gonna sit at home and make hay.
Picture from the net- (http://images.google.co.in/imgres?imgurl=http://www.kathysart.com/images_paintings/beginning.jpg&imgrefurl=http://www.kathysart.com/&usg=__XWath2QLQKNGC1WdCBzpPhbsYMU=&h=597&w=300&sz=90&hl=en&start=20&sig2=Isq1xGoqI6LM4sZ-6vRBQA&um=1&itbs=1&tbnid=b_8eCryI92k7FM:&tbnh=135&tbnw=68&prev=/images%3Fq%3Dwomen%2Bpaintings%26um%3D1%26hl%3Den%26client%3Dfirefox-a%26sa%3DN%26rls%3Dorg.mozilla:en-GB:official%26ndsp%3D20%26tbs%3Disch:1&ei=QCOVS7faEYTHrAfxs4iZDA )
Labels:
feminist poetry,
woman's day
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